The Fallen Kings [M]

[Sasuke Uchiha]

“Come on, let’s go.” 

Day in and day out gladiators were shuffled from cell to cell, battlefield to infirmary like cattle. The Goblins who managed them even came equipped with their very own cattle prod, so no one resisted when the order came. Raising to their feet, all the gladiators in the dungeon began to head for the exit, however, the Goblin waved them off, “Just Goldie this time.”

Relief colored the room as most were grateful for the opportunity to rest, but that didn’t stop their hushed whispers as the gilded king passed them, making his way to the arena stage.

“Did you hear?” a younger gladiator, who still seemed to possess wonder and an eagerness for glory, found himself unable to resist the urge to gossip, “That new prime went up against Allanon! I heard he straight called him out. The balls on that guy, huh?”

“The stuck up Goldilocks?” an unholy abomination of a gladiator asked. His flesh, wrought with decay, desperately hung to his bones and gave off a putrid odor as he spoke, “Primes... bunch of narcissists who think their Omni's gift to the world. Diablo Damn them all. They always think they can go up against Big Al and they all change their tune after he gets ‘hold of ‘em.”

“Yea, but this one was different,” the youth exclaimed, “They say it was really close. They are saying he almost killed Allanon!”

“Hogwash,” The undead warrior spat, “Prime, Secondary, it makes no difference, they all die against Big Al.”

“Yea, but…” the youth seemed to lose some of the gleam in his eye as he pondered, “I don’t know…”