Of hell and knights in shining armour.
Now.
Now is the time to shine. Or die.
Everybody is watching me. I feel their burning gazes on my back. I feel their relief at not being chosen for this already doomed task.
I know that I will have to choose my wording carefully, because of the Gamemaster.
Yes the Gamemaster. Always attentive and ready to strike with his knife of a tongue. I saw him standing in the shadows of the furthest corner of this room, always ready to critisize me by subtly insulting every aspect of my very being.
As I reach my destination, every muscel in my hands is trembling. My Fingers reach for my assined weapon for this battle. It is of the brightest white and as soon as it hits its target it begins screeching in a almost demonic way.
I let it slither over the smooth surface and feel my dread like a cloud in my head and a stone in my stomach. But still, I continue with my grueling task.
After a while my work is done. I step back and wait for the ineffable judgement of the Gamemaster.
To my ultimate fortune I was saved. Not by a fellow fighter, but someone noble and trustworthy. Their voice booms over everything and no fighter would ever dare to disobey their command.
My knight in shining armour.
My saviour.
The school bell.
