A cookie to whom ever can tell me what this is about. Grey and OwA may NOT guess, because I know it will be obvious to them.
After I get a few guesses, or the right answer, whichever is first, I will tell you all what inspired this ^^The Arena
He had waited for this moment for as long as he could remember. Now, he was finally getting his chance. His chance in the arena. His chance to show what he was made of, and what he had learned.
He was young. Too young most thought...but as apprehensive as he was, he wanted to prove to them all that he was worth the effort all had shown to him. And more so, he wanted to prove to his Princess, who would be in the audience, he was worth her love as well.
Patiently he waited. Waited, for the army of bowmen currently in the arena, to finish their fight. There were many of them in there. At least a hundred he could see, and then there were the support units off to the side. He could only hear them, not see them for they were just out of his sight.
Suddenly...silence. Then the audience applauded softly.
His heart quickened its pace now. Fear and angst befell him. "Oh what vile beast will they have me tame this night." He thought to himself.
The army approaches him...from the arena door. Somber they were. Straight faced and weary eyed. "What magnificent bows they have." He thought to himself as they slowly walked past him.
None said a word though. Only the look on their faces said anything to him at all. He feels the fear once again. Then...the major comes through the door. Hers was the most beautiful bow of all. Golden and strung with the hair of a unicorn mare.
Their eyes meet in a passing glance.
"Be strong." She whispers, "fight with your soul, and don't lose sight of what's most important to you."
He simply bows his head in thanks as a bead of sweat falls from his brow and lands on his hand.
His hand he thought to himself. "They have bows, and perfectly crafted weapons, and all I will be fighting with is these." He says to himself as he clinches his hands in a fist.
They call his name now. He raises his head and inhales deeply, and slowly he approaches the arena door. Inside, he sees the crowd staring at him. They are silent, but their faces are filled with doubt, this he can easily see. Lowering his head slightly, he clinches his fists again.
Then he hears it. The sound of the scraping feet of his opponent. He looks up nervously. "Dear god what vile creature is this." He says to himself. Then he sees it. Its Armour is black and shining. Its underbelly lined with rows upon rows of hardened steel wire. But what is most intimidating to him, what he fears the most...are its teeth. All Eighty-eight of them. White...parallel...perfectly formed. Created to slay young warriors such as himself.
Sighing, he folds his hands gently for a moment, then approaches his opponent and bows. "I can do this." He says to himself as he begins attacking the beast. Slowly at first, methodically, and with perfectly timed movements.
The beast does not like this, and snarls at his foe.
Pausing, the warrior hears the sounds of an unfamiliar reed as the beast summons Seven Sirens to aid in his cause. The warrior pays no mind to them, and begins his assault once again.
As the Sirens begin their enchanting melody, the boy closes his eyes, and continues his assault on the beast before him, trying desperately to drown out the sounds of their call. "...fight with you soul.." he hears echoing through his head, as he attacks with more speed, more intensity, and more strength.
The Sirens pause their calls now, awaiting their master's orders. But instead of instructing them, the beast summons thunderbolts to aid him.
The young warrior opens his eyes, and stares at his now smiling opponent. Fear fills his face as he looks to the audience for encouragement. He finds it. Several of the bowmen who were watching, leap over the wall and come to his side. He closes his eyes once again, and continues his attack on the beast...feeling every movement of his hands and fingers deep within his soul.
In his right ear, he hears the sounds of the long bows. Melodic they are as they attack the beast and aid the boy. The beast summons the thunder again. Louder, and with more desperation then before.
The short bows now join the fight. In the boys left ear he hears the shrilling sounds they make. He intensifies his attack even more now. Rhythmically and with all his heart.
The beast fears for his life now. In a final act of desperation, he orders the Sirens choir again.
The boy then allows his heart, and his soul to surface for the fight. The repeated sounds of the bows beyond him enchant him, and he ignores the Sirens.
The audience stands and cheers. The Sirens call his name over and over again. The bows continue their melodic onslaughts. The boy attacks repeatedly...viciously and with more ease now. He is entranced. One single purpose he now has. Slay his foe.
The audience is on the tips of their toes as the final moments of the battle arrive. The Sirens wail for all they're worth, the beast summons one last crashing thunderbolt; the bows continue their attack with perfect harmony.
...
The beast is subdued.
The Sirens quiet.
The bows then stop.
The boy opens his eyes, and adds the final blows to his foe. Slowly...carefully...methodically.
One last strike...and the beast is dead.
The audience roars in appreciation. Still standing they applaud the boy as he bows humbly.
The beast is dead...
Seven Sirens he no longer hears.
Then he turns to thank the bowmen,
And sheds a single Silver tear.
