-No! Please, wait! I didn't steal those apples. I swear to the divines that I didn't steal them- A voice spread through the whole dungeon that was used as a prison to keep the "Gladiators" in cells.

-Yah, Yah! Shut up will ya?- Some old orc hit the boy in the stomach and dragged him further. He opened one of the cells and threw the boy inside. The boy got up on his feet and ran towards the metal door of the cell. He wasn't fast enough to escape, or to even stop. He toppled over and hit the metal bars with his face. This, however, didn't stop him.

-Please... Let me out... I didn't do anything... Please!- Tears started flowing from his eyes, but the orc just turned around and gave a guard keys to the cell back. He then exited this huge room filled with cells.

The boy was talking about how he didn't do anything, but after some time he stopped. He slowly rose up while cleaning his ragged clothes. He then turned around and looked towards other end of the cell. He saw 2 eyes staring back at him. But he couldn't see anything else. It was simply too dark. The boy was too afraid to move, but as he was standing there in dread, his eyes adjusted to the darkness of this cell. Now he could see the creature clearly, but it wasn't a creature. It was just a human.

Sitting on a stone bed with his left hand resting on his left knee, the dark haired man looked at the boy with menacing eyes. Even from the cell entrance, the boy could see this man's build. It wasn't as big as orc's, but for human standarts this man was more than "well-built". His facial features were hard to see, but the boy was sure that he was pretty "human" in all other features. Except for those eyes. The eyes were different. They had bright purple color to them. It was unnatural. Too unnatural.

-Hey, brat.- The man spoke to the scared boy. His voice wasn't deep or gruff. In fact, it sounded pretty young! -Why are you standing there like you've seen a dungeon worm? Sit down somewhere.-

-S-Sorry, Mister!- The boy said as he sat on a stone stool.

-Tch. Mister? How old do you think I am? I'm just 19 winters old!-

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-19? You look like my papa.-

-Well, you're papa will miss his son.- When purple-eyed boy said these words, he noticed that the boy looked down at his feet -Anyway, my name is Riks.-

-Luk- The boy said quietly as he lifted his head a little bit.

-Well Luk, Do you know how to fight?-

-N-No. I lived pretty peacefully with my mama, But I got in fights with other boys in my village sometimes.- Luk said as his eyes became watery. -Is there any problem?-

-Problem? Do you even know where we are?-

-They told me that they would release me if my mama would pay.-

-Nononono brat- Riks said as he stood up and walked to the bars of the cell. He knew that it was his, well, THEIR time. -If we won't get out of here fast, your mama will have another son.-

After hearing Riks' words, Luk was terrified. Another son? Did Risk mean "that"? An orc and a kazz came to pick them up. Luk has seen a kazz only once in his life before. They were like human, but had fur and claws. Their face also looked like a cat's face. The kazz that Luk saw in his village was weak and small compared to this one. This one had appearance similar to an orc.

-You and You! It's your turn. -The kazz said as he put shackles on Riks and Luk. And then put a black bag on their heads.

The kazz pushed them and they started walking. After some time, they ascended on a staircase and entered somekind of tunnel. After some turns, the voices were heard. They were cheering, some were cursing something, and some were screaming in agony. Luk was terrified with each step he took. He was slowing down and the amount of times the orc pushed him increased in geometric progression, until the orc just started dragging the boy with small frame. The kazz didn't encounter the same problem and he found it amusing. It was beyond funny how this human was walking towards a certain death.

-You are pretty tall, aren'tcha human?- Kazz spoke at last, with his kazzic accent.

-I hear that a lot. And you are pretty hairy and smelly aren'tcha?- Riks said as he mimicked kazzic accent, with almost perfectly. He wasn't racist, but he felt like provoking this guy. However, he failed. The kazz was jus silent.

And for once, they entered a room large enough to escape stagnant tunnels. However with the disappearance of stagnant and unpleasant smell, came rusty smell of blood and hot air. The kazz took off their bags.

In front of them was a gigantic arena. The arena was filled with sand and it had a circular shape. The walls of the arena were at least 5 men tall, and on them were slimy chains, along with spikes, to prevent the fighters from escaping. A loud sound was heard behind them. They looked back. The huge door was now shut. Riks looked at his hands and wondered how fast could a kazz take off their shackles.

-Well then brat...- Riks said as he put his hand on shaking Luk's head -Our only way out is here.-