16 Epilogue

A few weeks ago I was just a simple village boy far away from the capitol. Who had never stepped a foot outside his home village. But now here I was, naked in the middle of a colosseum, with the encircling crowd screaming at me like savages. My legs were chained to the ground to prevent me from flying. And right in front of my feet was a traditional Dukagjinian machete. I was about to engage in mortal combat to fight for my liberty, or death in defeat...