Aether softly stroked the sigil on the lid of the box. "Some things are better left unexplained," He softly spoke. "I'm sorry," he turned to face her. Freya seemed confused by his sudden apology.
"You deserved that win, and I took that from you." Aether continued. "It was an undeserved victory. Please excuse me." He turned his back on her and left.
Freya's watched the young man leave, unable to respond to that. What did he mean by an 'undeserved victory'? He fought tooth and nail for it and won.
Her gaze followed him until he disappeared behind the large doors leading inside the coliseum. Only then did she notice just how exhausted she was. She sat on the nearest bench and sighed. What the hell had just happened?
What was that box? Why was he hiding it's importance from his own professor? Who was that man? What had caused his wounds?