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She stood in the doorway of the arena, naked except for a few linen rags wound around her chest and hips, looking at the door that hid her fate. There were no crowds to cheer her on, no glory in this, her last fight. She had no name now, only the title of 'Traitor.' The gate rose, showing her fate, a man she had only known as Soldier, her teacher on this bloody field. Now he would be her executioner.



Her gate lifted and the guard prodded her out, tossing her an old sword as he pushed her through the door. She blinked in the light, so bright after weeks underground, and moved away from the door, watching her opponent as he began to move. His sword flashed as it came down in an overhand blow, slicing empty air as she flipped backwards. She skipped foreward, thrusting at his bare torso, scoring a light scratch as he parried.



“Don't make this hard, Little One.” he calls, watching her try an maneuver him into facing the sun. “I don't want to do this Child.” A thousand memories flood back in her mind, of him teaching her, cheering her on as she fought, holding her when she cried in pain, keeping her warm on the nights they shared a bed. She pushed them away, he was her executioner now, one more who stood in her path to be cut down. The memories persisted, making her stumble and falter as he came at her again. She barely blocked him, the misdirected cut opening a line on her cheek. Both of them fell back and then rushed foreward meeting with a clash of steel. Only to freeze as her blade took him under his ribs and his slid home into her chest.



“Love you,” His hand meets hers as they draw one last gasping breath, the world fading away as they fall to the sand. “Will..always...love...you...” His words trail off as they draw a last shared breath, the world fading around them.