"Here's your food, you waste this you'll be eating leftovers off the floor."

  The morning after Lucy killed herself, I lay in my bed, eyes wide open the entire night, sore and bloodshot.

  I had stopped eating entirely, the only thing on my mind was moving past Lucy and finding a way out of this shithole.

  This went on for days.

  Eventually, I forced myself to eat whatever the hell they called food anymore.

  I began to see my bones, proving my determination to get out of here was overriding my pain to eat something.

  Every time they took me out of my cell to be tortured, I'd look around, looking for a plan, an escape route, a way to free myself.

  At some point, I even found a couple ways to kill myself as well.

  The cold was nothing anymore, the pain from the whip felt no worse than another night sleeping on the steel board they called a bed, then, I was finally able to connect the dots.

  Momals were superior to humans in every physical and mental category.

  Even a fifteen-year-old Momal could probably take a human on in their prime.

  Looking around you could easily identify the difference between a Momal and a human, a human was much smaller, less built and looked on edge at all times, I mean who wouldn't being surrounded by a different kind of species that could kill you instantly.

  Humans began coming in and escorting us obedient children to our torture chambers, we were too scared to fight back knowing the punishment was too much.

  I however, had barely any pain tolerance, I was already suicidal after my crush killed herself, death was a mercy on me, a ticket to my freedom.

  One day, it finally happened.

  A human was finally assigned to escort me to the torture chambers, my heart was beating out of my chest.

  This was the day, while he slowly unlocked my cell, all I could imagine was what the sun had looked like, how fresh air smelled, what grass looked like after all these years.

  While day dreaming I finally heard it. Just a faint click.

  "Alright, come with me."

  He grabbed my shoulder and pushed me out of my cell and toward the room.

  I waited, getting more nervous with each step.

  We reached the end of a hallway.

  I looked around.

  No one.

  The moment had finally come, my plan was in full motion.

  I grabbed the humans arm and snapped his wrist.

  He grabbed it with his other hand yelling and crying collapsing slowly on the floor.

  I grabbed one of the torches on the wall and pointed the end of it toward the man as if it were a sword.

  "You, do you know a way to get the fuck out of here?!"

  The man slowly raised his head to look at me,

  "You can't get out... without getting noticed."

  It was as if with each heart beat the pain of his hand was making it harder for him to think or even talk.

  "Can you do anything?! Magic, sword skills, anything to blow an exit out of here!"

  "MAGIC! I can do magic... Just don't kill me!"

  I put the end of the torch inches away from his face, sweat was dripping on the floor below him as the flame's heat began showing its true colours.

  "Use magic on as many cells as you can, free as many children as you can until the guards come, the second we are spotted, blow a hole out of this shit hole!"

  The smell of body odour saturated the air, I guess a bit of a change from the sewage smell.

  The man looked down on the ground, like trying to push the pain out or trying to stall for as much time as possible.

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  "HURRY THE FUCK UP! I WON'T HESITATE TO KILL YOU!"

  The man used his feet to pick himself up and raised the bottom of his shirt up twirling it around his broken hand for support, then absolute shit broke out.

  The man raised his right hand and began rapid firing some explosion magic, he didn't half ass it either, he ran to the entrance of as many cells as he could, sometimes even accidentally burning some of the kids in them.

  Then, they finally found us.

  "Quick! get us the hell out of here, NOW!"

  He ran to a wall separating the prison from the outside world opposite end of the hallway from where the guards were coming from, then used his magic.

  All the kids that had been freed had ran out before the smoke had even cleared, using all their energy to sprint as long and as fast as they possibly could.

  The man just stood there, confused and looking at his hand mumbling something,

  "How... What... I didn't blow that wall up..."

  Before he could even comprehend what was happening, a loud bang occurred and blew half the mans face off.

  That was my signal to get out of there.

  After jumping out of the hole in the wall, I could finally feel it.

  Despite it being freezing, it was freezing fresh air, the moon had lit the ground up.

  I saw the other prisoners running, I caught up with a couple quickly, kids the same age I was when I was first kidnapped had also escaped.

  I even saw some of my friends from before this absolute hell started, much taller and more developed.

  I didn't have much time to enjoy this freedom though, I heard those loud sounds again, not explosions but not a light sound like archers either.

  One by one with each of these 'bangs', each child fell on the ground, some kids even tripping on their bodies resulting them in also getting what seemed to be shot.

  I dodged each falling body, jumping over them or pushing them out of the way, some of the bodies I saw were even some friends.

  Before I realised it, fifty kids had attempted to escape but only about ten ended up getting away running into nearby trees.

  I also decided to use the trees as cover however running passed one, someone with incredible grip strength grabbed my arm and yanked me behind a tree.

  He ripped his mask off, revealing himself as a much older man with a couple wrinkles. That man, was my father. The same one who left me nine years ago.

  "YOU, MOTHERFUCKER!"

  I began relentlessly punching him like there was no tomorrow, the mask he ripped off was a guards mask.

  He grabbed my wrists and forced them to my side. His jaw shaking with guilt and absolute relief.

  "LISTEN! TAKEMIN! Look, calm down, I'm sorry, I'll explain things clearly if you give me time to."

  I looked at him with absolute anger and hate, he was just as bad as the guards if not worse.

  "TALK!"

  He tightened his grip, as if he knew I was about to throw another punch.

  "That day I left, I came back home to a destroyed house and discovered you nor your friends were there"

  "You mean those friends you just watched get killed RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!"

  "Calm, Takemin you know I would never hurt you or your friends, I'm just as angry and full of hatred as what you are.

  I knew instantly that you and your friends had been kidnapped as a part of this super Momal program.

  I spent three years trying to locate the base of operations and getting in as a guard, never EVER trying to hurt you or anyone else there but to find a plan to escape, it was almost impossible after I discovered after seeing how they managed things.

  I knew I couldn't bust you all out myself, I was the one that convinced them to let humans work there, I knew one of you were full of hatred and would've used them to escape.

  That hole you all saw was created by me, I was the one that led you out, I know I couldn't have set you all free but I tried doing what I could.

  If they ended up killing you, I would've killed every last member of our species or died trying, I can assure you were that."

  A thousand things were going through my mind at once, Lucy died because he didn't initiate this 'plan' in time, half of the children that escaped didn't even do so alive.

  On the other hand, my father was still fighting for his son, the freedom for him and his friends, he still loved his family.

  I was too overwhelmed with emotions, in the end, I let everything out.

  I screamed, sobbed, absolutely broke down, all while my father hugged me tightly.

  "Lucy's dead dad, it's all my fault for not acting sooner."

  My hands were covering my face.

  While breaking down, we heard people approaching.

  "I'm sorry Takemin but we can't stay here, we gotta go..."

  He let out a gasp while I decided to fix myself up.

  I felt something wet and warm hit the back of my hands, I discovered it was blood.

  My father's stomach was bleeding,

  "Takemin! RUN!"

  A kid my age was behind my father as he fell to the ground.

  I tensed my fist while getting a good look as his face, remembering the face of the one boy that just killed the last person that loved me.

  I put everything into one punch.

  The kid rag dolled unconsciously through branches before smashing onto the ground, laying eerily still.

  I then ran like hell.

  My mind went blank, there was too much going through my mind, so, instead of feeling guilty and sorry for myself, I forgot it all, I started a new.

  I stopped running when getting back to my village and discovered everyone in it had long been dead.

  Skeletons were seen everywhere, only two living figures remained and slowly approached me.

  One had a mask while the other carried a shield and spear.

  The one with the mask patted my head while walking passed me, his aura so unsettling I froze on the spot.

  "Sorry kid, they're all gone. Hero of Warriors, here's an apprentice."

  His deep voice shaking me to my core.

  The second figure followed behind him stopping right in front of me staring into my soul.

  "Alright Buldursmith, this will then be where I leave you."

  I then collapsed, so god damn exhausted.

  Things past there I forget.

  I became an apprentice to the Hero of Warriors and trained with him, that hell hole was nothing compared to the training he put me through.

  I trained with him for five years before he finally passed the title of Hero of Warriors to me, all my effort amounted to something in life at least.

  The painful memories of my past quickly faded as I had a new objective, to injure the Mage and win this tournament, the favour I receive from it, to get the Mage to kill Brodie. The image of the boy who killed my father spun in my mind.

  I ran toward the Mage, pushing my spear back and forth as fast as I could not letting the Mage have a singular second to recover.

  I must've given him a hard time because he ended up grabbing my spear, pulling it toward him and punching me so hard my shirt ripped off and forced me rolling through the sand, revealing the scars back from all those years ago.

  My head smashed into the wall and I lost consciousness.

  "The Hero of Warriors, has been subdued and is now out!"