• I felt the scalding sparks from my opponent's blade skim my face. I pressed harder with Shadowslayer, my sword, and knocked my opponent's out of his hands. Then, I closed in for the kill. He tried to punch me, but I grabbed his wrist and snapped off his hand. He screamed in fright and pain. I quickly sliced open his neck and his warm, crimson blood gushed out onto my arms. I dropped his lifeless body onto the ground.
    "And the winner is Synpheliax!" The announcer said.
    I bent down next to the dead body and spit on both my hands. I then rubbed the spit onto his handless wrist and waited a few minutes for it to grow back. Then, I rubbed the rest of the spit onto the gash in his neck, and watched the life slowly seep back into his eyes.
    He sat up and said, "Good fight." He looked at me and smirked. "I wasn't really expecting to win, but..."
    I glared at him. "Flattery will get you nowhere on my list."
    I stood up and the crowed roared. As I walked to the exit, I noticed Currexiel leaning against the wall. Currexiel was basically my blood-brother. We've been best friends for the past 489 or so years.
    I walked over to him and yanked my long, silver-blonde hair back into a ponytail.
    "Hey Curry." I half-yelled over the loud murmuring of the crowd.
    "Hey Killer." He grinned. "Killer" is what he usually calls me after a fight.
    "So I-"
    "Synpheliax! Synpheliax!" I heard a voice from behind me. I turned around to see someone from the crowd holding a pen and paper. "Can I have your autograph?!" She exploded.
    "Um... yeah, sure, of course." I took the pen and paper from her and signed my name.
    "YES! Thank you so much!" She sprinted back to her group of friends and showed it to them, and now they all looked about as spazzy as bees in a jar full of honey.
    "So, as I was saying-" I continued, but got interrupted once again.
    "Synpheliax, may I speak to you for a minute?" A voice that I knew so agonizingly well said behind me.
    I turned around to see that it was, in fact, the Mayor of Corynthia.
    "Uh, yeah, sure..." I replied slowly and defensively.
    He lead me through the enormous hallways of the capitol building and into his equally enormous office. As we entered, he sauntered over to the large, red, velvet chair who's permanent home is behind his desk. I settled down in the deffinitely not-as-comfertable wooden chair on the oppsite side of the desk as him.
    He gazed out the window for a few minutes, then finally croaked out, "I have a very important favor to ask you, Synpheliax..."
    As I stared closer at him, I realised how old he really looked. I mean, sure, he is 2,687, the oldest Viarynce in Corinthia, but he still looked ancient. His pale, yellow-ish skin was filled with dozens of wrinkles, making his features look droopy and deformed, and his bald head looked like it was polished to a shine. His age made him rather unpleasant to look at, but worst of all were his eyes. The eyes that made little girls cry, made bears run away in fear, that could seemingly peirce right through your skin and snap your bones like they were twigs, one by one, until you collapsed right then and there- just my luck that he seemed to hate me most of all.
    "You would really be the best for the job, but it's your choice..." He said softly, snapping me back to reality.
    "Well, it depends on what you want me to do." I said, not trusting a word that slipped out his greasy, disgusting mouth.
    "We seemed to have experienced a problem over is quadrant four, section eight. Humans!"
    "Well, we've experienced humans before, they should just hit our memory modifier and go home."
    "Yes, but these are different. They specifically came here looking for our kind, and they know about the memory modifier. They know how to get around it. They know about us. They know everything. And they need to be dealt with."
    "What exactly am I dealing with?"
    "They are expertly trained and extremely dangerous. But you are a Viarynce, and you are tten times more powerful. They shouldn't be too much of a menace, however, do not let them tie you up. You will most likely not escape again"
    I snorted. "I'm not novice." I said, like it should be obvious.
    "Yes, yes, I know that, but these are sneaky, conniving little-"
    "Ok, fine I'll do it"
    "Wonderful."
    I turned to leave and I felt a hand on my arm.
    "You can take anyone with you." I turned and saw the Mayor, "Only one person, however. Don't want your cover to be blown." He said with an odd glint in his eye.
    I nodded and walked out the door, making my way out of the twisted maze of giant halls. It was much harder without someone to guide you.
    I eventually made my way out of capitol building and sauntered over to the fighter's dormitories. My room was the nicest room on the top floor, seeing as I was the champion fighter. I started fighting when I was six, and hadn't lost a fight since I was just twelve years old. Not to toot my own horn, but that's pretty impressive seeing as I'm four hundred and ninety-nine years old, almost five hundred.
    It was only when I rested my head on my pillow did I realize how tired I was. My eyes drooped closed and a peaceful, dreamless sleep encased my mind.