As the convoy approached the mouth peak they saw before them a monumental city that look to huse 7 thousand monk warriors and devout followers of the serpent. The clanking of chains rattled as they made they way forward.

The slave convoy made they way forward.

A man wearing gold cloth stood before the group. He had long golden hair that was reminiscent of a lions mane. And a large axe by his side but he himself looked young couldn’t be more than 19 and he bounced around like a child high on sugar permanently on the verge of laughter all the time. The group entered a courtyard and the man stop but due to the movement of his leg he was already outside the court yard looking at the group from the back. He skipped with an false empathetic hum and sigh as he made his way to stand before the group that had been arranged in to ranks of ten and rose of ten. As the man in gold cloth was walking he commented “ One perfect one hundred”

Once he arrived at the front all eyes were on him. Be it due to his overflowing positive atmosphere or his overflowing wealth shown by his pleather charm. He stood there and singled with him sand and someone wearing a black robe with a grey snake on the back came forward and placed a stood. The man stood on the stood and addressed the group “ Hello ladies and gentlemen men of all ages and places. Looking around I can see many different faces. So here is how things are going to go. Their is exactly 100 of you. Their is a wall on each side that is constantly monitored by powerful magicians so you will be killed if you peak over the wall. Oh but you can enter past the door behind me into a temple of sorts soon. The temple is more like a labyrinth because to is 5 kilometre square box filled with traps, corridors, weapons, monsters and food and water.”

Fear. It was gratuitously gathering inside the group of slaves that had been in stripped from their place of origin. Few had even left their state or village much less the country. The average person saw the monks as good people because they had never meet any other type or any type for that matter other than those who taught them as kid they had never interacted with a monk before much less one armed.

“ Inside there is enough food for 25 people for one month. And it is all the food you will get until you are the last surviving member of this group or you survive a month. So to repeat you can survive by one of two ways. But you will at the bare minimum cleanse your number to 25 by the end. Know as for how I don’t care if it happens naturally or you throw 75 people up over the wall. As for clean water we will have a single hour of peace where murdering your fellow slave will result in death. If you are wondering how this will happen in terms of fairness we will allow everyone here to see a medical officer before we begin at said time you will have a magic spell placed on you where if you break the rules you die… well you explode. Oh now onto the important stuffs. My name is Roayan and if you come near me I will castrate you.”

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There was a murmur among the crowd long before he was done. Some were in doubt while other where in horror. But one didn’t care. She thought it was the same either way.

“ Oh I will in the name for fairness dismantle the genitals of the females as well if they come near me, it feels good to be accepting of all equally. Ha ha ha well I wish the lot of you luck and look forward to me- oh shit I nearly forgot. Ok so if you see a guy wearing grey in the maze of death that has not been named yet because I think maze of death is more of a description than a name then by all means go up to him and chat a bit. But if you see a woman in red then well. It probably doesn’t matter what you do she will still kill you anyway. She a bitch like that I guess I mean at least I have something that sets me off but no to her your very existence is a front to her expectations of well… humanity. And try to have fun.”

After saying that he step back into the shadows and disappeared from right in front of the group's view. Then we heard steps as the supposed medical people entered and began to go through each and every one of the slaves checking if they had some medical problems where they used magic to the best of their abilities to fix it after recording it then they would place a fancy collar around the slaves neck. Some showed resistance but were just beaten and bruised but the medical personnel’s guardians. It took around 130 minutes before everyone was fitted and checked with the collars and had been placed in proper conditions to the best of the medical personnel’s abilities.

Then they left and the entrance that was used by the slaves to enter the court yard was then closed. With a big heavy thick two metal wall that was pulled out by over forty of the people wearing black robes with the grey snake drawn on the back.

One girl among them look around the place. Weather she lived or died she made a pact with herself here. She would have one final meal first then regardless of what happened she would be ok with it. For a long time the people look around and it was clear as day that groups of ten or more where forming and everybody was saying how ridiculous this was and yet what she saw where the little mumbling that was being done more than anything else. That occasionally people said what if it was amazing that people didn’t go bezerk in the little girl opinion. Some had already sprinted into the maze but that didn’t matter to her. She was thinking something else. I am alone again.