Eight hours after the tournament, somewhere east of the third kingdom;
I opened my eyes in an unknown part of the forest. There was no creature and I was with my rescuer, Ronk. He had wrapped my chest with a cloth and covered my wounds. I was not surprised that I had once again been hit in the chest and even thought of wearing armor on my chest from now on. I sat silently on a log, lost in my thoughts.
Ronk had built a fire between us and was stirring a cauldron with a spoon to prepare dinner. I couldn't stop thinking about Rose's helpless face, the people who had died in the tournament, and every person I had lost. Success meant nothing.
I had to do something and try harder for them. I knew I had to stop Miron, but he was stronger than I thought. What was I going to do?
"Drink it, you need the energy," Ronk said, holding out the bowl.
"No thanks, I don't want anything to eat," I replied.