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Contd. Melissa Spatiatis. It is an arena. It stretched out before me and its width is something that will forever be etched in my memory. At the entrance, the colossal walls were constructed from massive blocks of sandstone and they rose high into the sky, creating a formidable barrier that enclosed the vast space. The exterior of these walls had carvings of historic battles, mythical creatures, and the statues of past champions. For the first time, I am becoming scared for King Dimitrio. I thought all that needed to happen was to escape without having more than one mark on his body. He is a master of the art of war—I thought could do just fine. I didn’t think it was a life and death situation. I didn’t think millions of commoners were going to be present, watching. Entering the arena