The horns of the cars behind us started blaring as Uncle Drake was unable to move when the stoplight turned green. I watched his stunned face as I apologized to the drivers who passed us by. It took Uncle Drake another round of the stoplight turning from green to red and vice versa before he was able to drive and parked in a parking bay created for those who had an emergency. We sat in an uncomfortable silence, that made me think if I had made the right choice of telling him.I came clean to him first for one reason, and that is Anya. I wanted him to know, wanted to assure him that everything in my life was now in order. This means I can now focus on Anya more and on finding the spy. I can now plan and focus on the upcoming war because I no longer have any doubts as to who I am. “I don’t know what to say,” Uncle Drake said finally after a while, his eyes glued to the road ahead instead of looking at me. “I am happy that you finally had an answer to the void inside of you and thin

*** MIKEY ***The training of the warriors who lost in the tournament was going well. As an added protection, the families of these warriors were placed under a spell that would trigger Aunt Dana and Aunt Nikki once someone tried to approach them and ask anything about the warriors who were currently training for Purpura. Aside from that, their memories would be protected as they won’t remember a thing about their sons or daughters, or their nieces or nephews if ever the trigger was set off.Today, all of the warriors who were supposed to be part of the tournament were given a chance to rest, no training was allowed at the training academy but that does not stop all the hopeful warriors from training on their own, especially when the threat of being eliminated was haunting them. Anya arrived at the training room at the packhouse basement earlier than scheduled. She had improved a lot both physically and mentally since the last tournament. Today she will just focus on knowing poisons

*** ANYA *** I was expecting that the test today would be different from the tests that we had from the last time. I was just not expecting it would be this different. Doors. All we see in front of us are doors. Doors made of different materials, colors, and sizes. “This will be hard,” Rose whispered and I knew exactly what she meant. The three of us need to make the right choices for us to reach the end and to be honest I don’t really know what to expect. “Camaraderie,” the voice spoke once again. “Do you have what it takes to reach the end? Or is your bond not strong enough to take you to the finish line? Will you stay together or will you go on separate ways? Tik tok the clock is ticking.” “I hate the speaker right now,” Rose said under her breath and I know what exactly she meant. The rules were clear, the three of us needed to reach the finish line and we needed to do that within two hours. I turned to face Rose because if there was a weak link between our team it w

The door behind me closed and the view in front of me appeared and I found myself in the middle of what seemed like a forest. It was not like any forest I know, so I am not sure that this is not a forest near Purple Hill. I wonder if this was the same view that Rose and Ruby are seeing. I started walking forward but kept my senses open for anything. I recall the first survival skills that Ruby had taught me. ****** ‘Keep your eyes open but make sure that your other senses especially your ears more adept at differentiating all the sound that it hears,’ Ruby instructed. ‘That’s all?’ I asked Ruby and she raised her eyebrow at me. ‘It’s easier said than done,’ she replied crossing her arms in front of her chest. ‘How hard can it be?’ I said with a shrug. Ruby looked at me and smiled. ‘Let’s try it then,’ she said. ****** And that’s when I learned how wrong I was, the hard way. Because Ruby slammed me down more times than I remember on the makeshift ring. I stopped for a wh

DK and I reached the supposed exit of the Arena and found the tournament masters right by the exit of Anya’s Arena. “Open it,” I said as politely as I could, even though all I wanted was to scream. “We had been trying, Alpha,” the withered old man who was the boss of the tournament masters said apologetically. “There’s got to be another way,” DK said as he ran his hand through his hair. “We set up the arena in a way that no one can easily get out of it as well as enter it to avoid the rogue wolves from attacking once again,” the old man explains. “Then how can you explain what happened to Anya’s Arena?” I asked, still trying my best to control my anger.“We don’t really know how it happened Alpha,” his answer was soft and filled with guilt but that was not something that I would need. “Are you telling me that we have a traitor from the tournament masters?” I have been trying to avoid it, didn’t want to believe it either since most of the members of the tournament masters are vet