David woke with a start. "Johnathan, my son...Rediculous!" He shook his head- the fights had yet to begin. Quickly he sat up and looked around. On all the Arena's terraces above him, people were filtering in for the start of battle. He smiled. His son was still alive- the whole chaotic dream had been just that.
Because Raven was such a beast, he could not be released prior to the start of competition. The Arena master stood on his terrace, the one closest to the battlegrounds. In his hand, he held a blood red cloth. "Today begins the start of a noble ascension. One of the warriors you will see today will climb to the pinnacle of success, and challenge the Champion, the great dragon Calarith."
The dragon, perched high above the Arena's bowl, on the outer walls, roared with approval and shot a gout of flame into the air.
"When this cloth drops, the battle is joined. Have at it, fighters!" whereupon he released the cloth. Iron gates were drawn back from Raven's cell, and he raced into the morning light, hungry for blood.
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