"Alexandria Wind!" That's me, NO NO NO! I can't do this, I can't.
But it's already too late.
I'm pushed through the crowd, forced up onto the stage.
"Dak Olidor!" He's pushed through, struggling and fighting, I know him, we've talked and ate lunch, he's one of the quietest people I know.
"Now, kiddies, stay alive." And we're whisked away into a small, white room, making Dak, stand out.
"They said your name wrong." It's all I can say at the moment, I'm too scared, and, can't get a hold on reality.
"Yes, they said, D-A-ke. It's D-a-k." He shrugs.
"Call me Alley."
"Alright then. I didn't know they put you in this quick."
"They need the people quick. It's as long as you can last, the longest was five years I think."
"Let's hope it's short. Dangerous can't describe these games."
"I have high skill in hunting, and killing, we will live. Two of us get out, and that's us two." He holds out his hand, and I take it, strong, knowing I have a chance now.
"So it'll be."
"Danger is just the fun, wait until we get in the arena, danger is just fun and play then.' Dak says, his dark eyes searching me.