Feb 12, 2016
destiny’s end
You knew it was your time. Even though the earth shattering event happened years ago, they still had no mercy. Your brothers and sisters, the people you saved, now pointed and laughed at your misery, and your calls were muted. You had been stabbed in the back and no one but your new friends and a rebelling group gave a damn.
The Arena of Hell some had fondly called it, and the Arena was unforgiving. Two is a party but three is a crowd? That saying is bullshit, you would say. About a 100 is a party, but thousands? That’s a crowd.
Now here you were, sitting alone in your cell,