I am really not sure how I got myself into this mess.
I didn't even believe in gods and goddesses before I moved here. Yet here I am standing in the middle of a Colosseum being prepared for the battle of my life.
Literally.
This is a battle to death.
I'm not sure if I have it in me to kill someone. Though that is clearly something I'm going to have to get over because I'm not about to die. I am just going to cross my fingers that instinct will kick in and save my a*s.
I've had one day of training with a sword. ONE FLIPPIN DAY! Somehow, that's supposed to be enough training to keep me from getting my head chopped off.
This all Sol's fault! If he would've kept it in his pants I wouldn't be here right now. But oh no! The mighty sun God had to go and sleep with not only a ton of women,
