Murmurs of a Blank

[Tyrea]

Within the holding place where the blanks were kept for the games, the murmuring of one of them echos across the room.

Left home for an expedition.

A simple survey it was, of course, on territory that was trival and 'low risk'.

We where mislead, vile creates did we find.

Mana rifle broken, cloak destroy, armor torn. 

Magitech gone, defenseless I found myself, alone in a forign land.

Refugee I saw to take, unable to contact others for a return.

Found myself in a village of savages, ones who seemed kinder than I was told.

Got to sleep the night.

Heard of Blank Games next day, a big event of glory and fortune.

No doubt it will be noticed by the Committee, no doubt if I win they will know I survived.

Go I went, found myself with group of divine spawn and savages, survival slim.

But try as they may the trials will not end me.

My presence here is unchanging, the weave of time marking my soul eternal, a building block for my people, for my coligues, for my family.

And for them I shall stand in this moment unafraid, forever a challanger, forever difiant of this fate, so that I may be reunited with them again.

The blank would lift their head, shouting up from their murmuring, ready for the challenges to come.

Magnolia Infinitive!
For today and all days I am in this moment.