Torn Apart JB [Flyss]

Worthlessness is a horrible feeling especially when it comes to my family, yet for some reason it changed slightly when Septys volunteered for the games just last year. But it's still there racing through my mind. Every single inch covering through my body as I try to become a man in the world. Today is different. It's been exactly one year since Septys volunteered in the place of Mohs. But it doesn't make me angry or sad. No, it's concerning. Yet he's not who I placed high on a pedestal for the rest of the world to see.

Quadrys. A high and mighty tower. A king with a crown on his head. My entire life I've placed him far above myself even when he tossed me down, but here I am still following him around like a newborn duck wading in his shadows hoping he shows me the way. Which is why when he volunteers for the games my world comes crashing down, but perhaps it's a chance to escape. Quadrys is a king, and I am an unworthy peasant when it comes to standing before him, but right now I will not bow down. I will not let this turn me into something I'm not because he knows what he's doing.

He's planned it for years, and I'm terrified to see it play out on the screen at home. He's not even gone yet, but a part of me misses him already because soon he'll be swept away from this place we grew up. Perhaps he can return home alive. Septys was so close, and I feel Quadrys can go even further. Third place isn't even an honor because the end result is the same as the other twenty-three who died.

One step after another I head towards the justice building keeping my emotions in check. My heart races inside my chest bounding against the wall of bones. Loud, violent roars ring through my ears, but not once do I look back. I don't know who else is going into the arena with him, however, I know he can win. Quadrys will return home either alive or dead; my hope he returns home a victor with the crown on top his head to prove he powerful he truly is.

I have little interaction with the peacekeepers as they tell me the time limit I have. It doesn't mean anything, but right now time isn't on my side. Turning the doorknob to the room, I allow myself to step foot inside. My gaze drops to the floor, and I'm lost on words to say. Quadrys wouldn't want pity. He wouldn't want me to shed a tear. He'd want me to cheer him on. To encourage him he can do well, yet my mind is telling me to say something different. I guess I start with the easiest part of it all, and that's just starting the conversation.

Inhaling sharply, I spew a simple sentence into reality. "Quadrys, hello."