Dear Readers, tried to slightly change my previous perspective and writing style, hope you like it, the three spaces between each sentences signifies a change in scene, while double space is a different view-point on the same scene.

YEAR XXXX

HYRLL DESERT, CIRCUS TENT

Judge Dread grins, while staring at Jacks pale face, he gently places his hands on Jacks shoulders.

“Jack, please participate in the games” Judge Dread said, as his hands slightly tighten, Jack winces.

With tense expressions the others wait for Jacks response.

“I don't know, too much has happen,” Jack replied.

“I understand,” Judge Dread nods. “By the way your shoulders are a bit stiff.”

Judge Dread slowly raises his hand from Jacks shoulder, turning around, he greets the others as they disperse.

“You know what to do,,” Judge Dread whispers.

Jack sits alone until one of the six approaches him.

“You should give Bison a chance, he means well,” Anorah informed. “Bison sent me to teach you the basics, if you're willing.”

Jacks pale face glowed, while listening to Anorahs lecture, minutes turned to hours as Jack learned more about the games.

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“I should be grateful, but a part of me is reluctant, the dangers you've described, frightens me,” Jack admitted.

Judge Dread spied from a distance, as Anorah and Jack conversed.

“Christoph, whats your opinion on the newbie?” Rama asked.

“No idea,” Cristoph replied. “Remember the last one Bison brought, it nearly killed us all, fortunately seven archetypes are necessary for each round.”

Rama shakes her head in frustrations.

“Never mention that person again,” Rama ordered.

“Ouch that hurt, Sam,” Gliss blurted, as Samanthas fist dents his armor.

“That's enough training, by the way how was the newbie?” Samantha asked.

“His abnormal enough,” Gliss replied. “He survived the hug.”

Cia is rummaging through the treasury, innumerable artifacts from countless worlds lay within.

“Why is it always me,” Cia grumbled. “Do they know how hard it is to find suitable tools for newbies, only to watch them crash and burn, during their first outing.”

Cia continues to rummage until a avalanche of treasures nearly buries him, in his hand...