Night and day… Modern day gladiators… The two most skilled warriors, both fighting for their lives. Two rivals, about to make history. Night, the passive, mysterious fifteen year old girl, so young, and already fighting for the privilege of breathing… Though in her eyes, it was a punishment… She fought, and she covered it up by saying, to spare herself the pain, but she had other reasons… Her heart… She was deeply into romance, and she had never had the chance to find her love.
Day, the charming, strong eighteen year old man, determined to win his freedom at any cost, including killing innocent people and animals, but that was his desperation… Deep down, he was scared, scared of death… And losing his love…
The prospect of the violence they would both witness, and knew that they would, shook them to the core…
Both of them lay awake that night, thinking the same thoughts, dreaming the same dream, seeing the same stars…
Tomorrow… I will die…
A tear fell from Night’s eyes, one single tear, the most vulnerable she’d ever let herself look. Never did she shed a single tear, not when she had cuts running across her skin, not when she was ill, not when her wounds were infected, not when she was starved for a week for the mere act of showing mercy.
Night wasn’t meant to lead this life… She was calm, serene, and against violence, but she was skilled, and she was a slave, the ideal warrior.
Day merely stared out the small window by his bed, counting the stars in hope that sleep might come. He knew he was fighting Night, and he knew she was only fifteen, but his reason to live would only come after his freedom was granted… His wife.
Day knew he couldn’t kill her, that it was wrong, and his wife would hate him, but his need to see her again was proving too much… He didn’t know what to do…
First light came sooner than either of them had expected, neither of them were ready for the fight they would be faced with.
“Get up!” One of the men in charge of the slaves pulled Night roughly off her thin mattress, “Get up!”
“I’m up! God…”
“What was that?” He slapped her, pulling her close to him.
Their faces were merely an inch apart.
He wasn’t the first person that had tried to kiss her, and like the others, he hadn’t succeeded in the task.
“You heard me!” She hissed.
He sighed heavily, continuing to pull her along the long, dark, slimy hallway that stank of death, blood and sweat…
Her heart was pounding in her chest as she was pushed into a holding cage and given two rogue blades, nothing more… No armour, nothing…
Day was much the same, he fought back, he earned himself the same punishment. Day was given a shield and a long sword, and he didn’t know that Night had no defence aside from rogue blades.
