The coliseum was massive. Ceilings and walls too far to see with my eyes. Pillars lined up evenly in rows in all directions. They were craved and decorative with so many intricate designs and indents. Everything would have been unseen by my eyes, but thankfully the moon lit through a huge opening from the topside of the coliseum.

I was graced with the light of the moon on me, giving me sight in every direction that surrounded me. I was clad in steel armor from toe to shoulder without a helmet to protect my skull. In my dominant hand, there gripped a long, heavy sword. It glisten in the light of the moon, not because it was made of a reflective metal, but of the liquid that dripped from it. That liquid was red.

Now that I’ve noticed, my armor and my sword were covered in blood. It was my blood and the blood of others because the puddles and puddles of blood that were on the floor couldn’t have been all just mine. And to my agreement, bodies clad with different designed armors were unmoving on those puddles of red liquid. Unmoving bodies rested all around me. I did not know what my face looked like because of the low light from the moon and the distraction of blood dripping down my face.

With no time to rest, shouts of anger and power sounded all around me. I gripped my sword and raised my other hand on the handle as well. I brought the sword up in a two-handed sword stance with the blade’s tip pointed towards the sky.

I was not about to lose this fight, no matter what the consequences.

-END

NOTE: The coliseum looked like the place where Gandalf had fallen to the depths of where he told the boys to “Fly, you fools”.