-Come- said the voice

Please no- she said

Come, you must-

She followed. Their wore shiny heavy armors. It seemed such a stupid thing, to her. There was no danger, no war, the castle was safe, the place was silent, still their huge bodies were wrapped in shiny heavy armors. Their steps echoed in the air, not a word from their mouths through all the corridors. In between them she looked like a shiny little nightingale glimmering silvery reflecions.

They reached the Arena. They stopped by the columns, they just stopped there, like golden statues. The morning sun was breaking through the structure, oblique rays making the sandy dust to shine. Once they reached their place she descended few steps, she sat down, posed her hands on her sides, rose her face and inhaled.

The black cats rubbed on her side. She could feel thair words, she felt the spirit awakening, the priestess, the dragon, her lineage. She could feel someone else, a presence. Someone like her, but different. Someone thirsty for her blood. She could sense rage, a female force, directed at her ..