1 Chapter 1: Royal Encounter [Sapnap]

I hate Sunday evenings. Everyone from the village becomes compacted and very tight to fit. My house isn't far from the arena, which meant i'm supposed to be first there at least, but everyone knows that i'm not interested in that kind of stuff. The humid air brushes against my face and palms, giving me a warm welcome. Everyone is careless and starts to close up all the merchant areas, leaving a ghost town behind. I become curious onto why everyone was so quick to just close and leave behind their shops.

Soleue, a small town outside the walls of Solaris, the kingdom of high power, is where I come from. I am silver blooded. We are separated according to our blood color, the high houses and wealthy have palladium, or blood of the gods, to what I was taught. To me, it just meant people with privileges that think they have higher power than us for having a "special" blood type.

Everyone looks forward to Sunday Evenings. It meant the peasants could see black blood being spilt all over their town, giving them entertainment and hope they are still important to the Solaris, but we all know, the King would never care if all of us died right here, right now. Just call us rats with silver blood. I grew up with my mom, a servant that works for the King and Queen. She's lucky she works for him, or we wouldn't be able to eat and I would have to become a thief just to survive. I am almost 20 years old, which meant I would have to go and test my luck. Every year they draw out names to who will stay here, or who will go be a soldier and fight for Solaris, but, silvers get out in front so the palladiums won't be the ones to die first.

I started walking to where the arena was. People from other towns were arriving too, filling the arena up to the point people were outside and standing on different items to see. No sunday was like this, before. I looked around and saw my friends, George Found, a silver merchant. I walked over to him and asked,

"Hey George, why is it more crowded today?

"According to the date, the Royal Family will be here to watch the different warriors fight," he exclaimed.

The Royal family seeing his own warriors fight and tear themselves apart as silver "rats" just watch and cheer. Today's show was a tall man, with white hair.

"How much you want to bet the silent will win?" George asks.

"I'm not gonna bet you anything." I say, "last time I bet with you, it costed me 5 crowns!! that was as much as a piece of bread, and that's at the minimum!"

"Oh come on, I bet you 1 crown, and that's it" he says.

"Oh alright, but you own me 4 pieces of meat if the Hearion wins"

"Deal!" George said while hugging me for finally being fun again.

Silents are one of the high houses, they can make you become immobile with just them focusing on you and make you bleed internally, which of course, is a really impressive ability. In the other hand, Hearions are lower than them, middle-high house, which causes them to give illusions. Their illusions cause their opponent to give them false positioning on where they actually are, half of the time, it works with perfect agility and timing.

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" the arena announcer says, as his voice echoes and makes everyone go silent. "Today we have special guests, the Royal Family! Welcome here King Lorilan, Queen Aleily, and Prince Clay Lorilan!"

"Sap! Look! It's the prince! Seeing him up close is such an honor!" George says, shaking my arm either excited.

I should say, the prince Clay is a very well known figure, with the ability to create lighting, he has no weakness. Stories say that he once had a lover, someone he cared deeply but his father didn't approve, which we still don't know who he fell for, but the stories say he fell for someone no one else would expected him to fall for.

"Today! We will be seeing the face of Joela, House Eleraon, going against Loedo, House Irion."

A girl going against a guy...huh, their standards must have lowered.

The bell rings and they start to fight. Joela, stands still, and so does Loedo. A silent fight. Joela takes the first move, and starts to focus, but Loedo was steps ahead, causing illusions, to confuse the silent.

"Guess i'll be getting more food"

"Hah, the fight isn't even over, Sap, don't claim victorious just yet" he says as he gave me a smirk.

Joela somehow finds her opponent and immobilizes him, making him start to choke out blood, the privileged blood I should say. Loedo, raises his hand up, and smirks and under his breath, I could word out "Think again". Joela, without thinking quite quickly, the real Loedo stands behind her and snaps her neck.

"Loedo, of House Irion is now victorious!" the announcer said.

Many in the crowd started to boo or to cheer for the victorious warrior.

"Guess you were right, more food it will be" said George, as he finally faces defeat.

"Never underestimate my guessing abilities, sir george" I say playfully.

"I underestimate your intelligence, Lord Sap" he says as he chuckles. "I think i'll be heading home, my mother must have been bummed about the Hearion winning. I'll see you later!"

I walk back to my small home, being able to smell my mother's cooking of fresh meat stew, which meant she was happy enough to finally cook food, and not let us just starve, which I understand, raising me as a single mother must have been harsh. My dad got his name drawn out when I was just 6 years old. My mom always would tell me stories about how my dad, and how amazing he was. Sadly, he died at war.

"Hey mom, I could smell the stew from the Arena!"

"Hey sweetie!" she kisses my cheek, "Yeah! I heard a Hearion finally beat a silent. Those silents are very powerful and it was a surprise to hear!"

Here in Soleue, news goes around quick. Which means anything that happens here, nobody will keep with secret and somehow spreads like a disease.

Time passes by, me and George meet up and go for a stroll, it got dark which mean he had to go back. Meanwhile, I kept walking. Seeing the grass and dandelions much close to the Castle walls were much greener. I pick a dandelion, to give to my mom, and it was beautiful. The white of its petals meant it was just bloomed, the fresh smell of the flower getting cut was sweet.

The bell strikes 10. I was late to go home. I started sprinting back and slipped onto someone. I quickly get up, and apologized as quickly as possible, I do not want to get beat up again.

"I'm very sorry, sir! I didn't mean to hurt you!"

"Shh Shh. It's okay, It's pretty slippery here" a voice says.

I look up. It was Prince Clay.