— ZORYN —
Once Ren and I got back, he separated to attend to some 'business' (whatever that means), and I spent a little time with Roan and Dad, both of whom wished me luck.
But now it's finally time.
I'm standing in the pit. The sand is warm beneath my bare feet; it isn't hot yet, the sun has only barely risen. It's just warm enough that I can feel like I'm absorbing the earth's energy through my skin.
I can hear the crowd—it's even louder than yesterday, but the champion's bracket is always more lively than the open one.
I roll my shoulders once, then twice, letting the movement steady my breath. Across from me, Riven's golden hair is tied back, and standing there with a relaxed posture that could only ever come from absolute confidence. He looks like he belongs here.
So do I, I'm dressed in the special outfit Dad got me, feeling loose and ready to fight.
