Who am I?

'Huh?...

Who am I...?

it's so bright..-'

"HOOOOORAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" 

"Gaaah!" With all his newfound senses blasted simultaneously he clenches his eyes shut and grips his ears crouching down slightly, in a desperate attempt to deafen the ear-splitting cheers of the audience, the beaming light of the sun piercing his eyes and the mountains of dust invading his nostrils. 

He didn't know it himself, but he had quite the unique features. Not taking into account his long snow-white hair covering most of his back and his crimson eyes alongside his bulging muscles barely contained by his black sweatshirt. 

He had two black sharp horns, at least 9 inches tall curling upwards at about halfway on either side of his forehead. 

 The only thing you could distinguish as ordinary would be his 5'10 height and brown skin. He could've been quite the intimidating Presence if not for the fact he was shamelessly curling his body up into a ball like a defenceless rat. 

Finally mustering the courage to investigate his surroundings he pries his eyes open into a squint- 

"ORAA TAKE THIS SOMNIYA!

El toraaa!" 

"What the Augh!" 

Before he could even gather a small glimpse of the world around him, that world was reduced solely to the short pink-haired girl sprinting at him, one hand stretched out towards him emitting some kind of bright green light whilst the other gripped a long steel sword. 

 Before he could examine the rest of her strange attire Somniya was sent flying to the ground after receiving a small boulder to the face. 

'Am I Somniya? What the hell's going on?' Somniya questioned to himself laying flat on the ground. But even more so he questioned why he was receiving such a punishment from the moment he had known of the concept of existence. 

"Goraaaaaaah!!!" 

Somniya's short-lived rest abruptly ended, as a giant golem, melded together by a plethora of rocks ascending from the ground bursted out with a roar. 

Both its fists double the size of Somniya's entire body.

Following a second bellow it leapt into the sky, casting a dark shadow over Somniya completely blocking out the subtle pleasant warmth of the sun. 

With its sole intent to pummel Somniya into nothing less than a red splatter on the ground, the golem slammed its fist downwards like a hammer to a nail. 

His mind racing to rapidly keep up with the situation, he just as rapidly hurled his body to the right, just narrowly evading the mountain of a fist, that felt like it had caused the earth to quake on impact with the bashed ground Somniya was previously resting at. 

His face now face down on the ground Somniya shuffled his chin back to the left and watched, his lips jittering in disbelief as the golem slowly lifted its fist out of the still crumbling gaping crater it had created in the ground. 

Not wanting to be reduced to a red soup within another crater, without wasting a moments more of thought Somniya sprang to his feet and galloped in the opposite direction like a drunken chicken, almost tripping over his own feet multiple times. 

Boo's from the audience of the Colosseum slowly erupted as Somniya ran for his life, the boos eventually evolving into roars of curses, cruelty anger and anguish. 

 The golem tore away the rocks from its body and crushed them into small boulders.

Somniya took a deep sigh of relief softly shutting his eyes whilst resting his right arm on his stomach gradually slowing down its desperate hunt for oxygen, "*phew!* Look like it's at its limit as well either that or it's suicidal."

But what could this entire event of been some kind of trial he had to survive? A one-on-one battle? A tournament?

The large circling walls of hundreds and hundreds of spectators and the wide dust-filled arena with a caged-off exit at either end assured Somniya this place wasn't just a monument you passed through.

Then what was he doing here? However, he was fine ignoring all the discomfort up until now as long as it was all over- 

*Crash*

Somniya was quickly dragged back into the harsh reality as multiple big boulders crashed around him enveloping the area in a thin blanket of dust.

"Oh come on, do we get water breaks as well? Make up your damned mind you damned dirt for brains!"

Almost as if it had been angered by Somniya's remark despite being nothing more than a bunch of mobile rocks, suddenly it began catapulting the crushed-up rocks with both hands effortlessly as if they were nothing but weightless dodgeballs, but to Somniya a plethora of loose rocks firing like a shotgun from every direction. 

The boos only grew louder and louder the voices of the audience not settling for a single moment of rest, however, Somniya couldn't care less about the insults from the crowd.

And their boos soon turned into muffled shouts in the background as he dived in any and every direction, his attention undivided from staying alive. 

The pink-haired girl dropped her sword to her side. In a somewhat disgusted sympathy, she could no longer bring herself to fight any further, or even move. Only look at him in an obvious yet confused disdain to his depressing pathetic flee. 

"What the hell are you doing...?" She muttered. 

"What the hell am I doing? I would've guessed that'd be quite obvious, what does it look like? I'm running for my life?! But you know what a pretty good question is? 

What the hell are you doing trying to end it?!" Somniya yelled back not nearly sounding as infuriated as he wanted as his focus was still on evading the relentless flurry of raining boulders. 

However, just now, Somniya managed to get a better look at her. Despite her more manly attire with her heavy steel breastplate and iron leggings, she was quite pretty. 

Above the steel leggings however, she wore a blue skirt fastened with a steel belt with a bronze buckle and behind her a blue cape.

She had an angelic soft white skin and pretty good proportions on top of that the much you could see anyway. 

"What are you talking about you would've defeated me ten times over by now." The girl replied in an extremely out-of-place confidence. 

Still dodging Somniya managed to pull out a question. "If your- wah!- so confident- oof!- in losing- grah! – why are you even here?!" 

"To see how close my training had become to beating you again, duh. And I'm not planning on stopping till I do," she proclaimed pointing the tip of her sword towards Somniya. 

"I have no idea what you're talking about, but I think it's quite evident you can beat me now!" 

"Shut it! I know you're just trying to tease and embarrass me again, I'm not holding back anymore!" The girl thundered passionately as she grabbed her sword once again and readied it behind her with both hands in a battle stance. 

Already preparing her attack as she rocketed towards Somniya she continued her battle cry, whilst Somniya could only cry in fear. 

Eve catching up to him in a matter of seconds Somniya waved both his hands in front of him in a frantic plea. "Wait, wait!" 

Providing no attention to Somniya's cries she swung her sword with perfect precision, aimed precisely at the position to cut his head clean off. 

Before the sword had even marked his neck Somniya had already seen his head dismembered from the rest of his body as if watching a movie right in front of his eyes. 

It was evident his fate was inevitable. 

Suddenly the pink-haired girl's face melted with a sudden shocking realisation. 

'He's serious, he's really going to stand there and let me cut his head off. Was he telling the truth?!' 

And within the last second, she hammered the side of his head with her left fist throwing him off his feet, giving her just enough time to swivel the sword around to the blunt edge but without the time to stop the sword's rapid momentum completely, she just barely readjusts the attack towards his stomach. 

The roaring audience now left in a deafening silence, a jet of saliva and a bit of blood shot out of his mouth, as Somniya gave one last look at the pretty girl's cute utterly distressed face as his consciousness slowly flickered out, several questions juggling around his swirling mind being the last of his thoughts. 

Who was he to this audience? 

Who was he to this world? 

But his biggest question of them all, was who was he to this girl?