The crowd was silent as it patiently waited for prince Trockman Ridell to make a move. Even I couldn't help but hold my breath for the men who stood opposite him. All I heard were the sounds of heavy breathing from them and the sound of the flame torches sorrounding the ring burning. I intently gazed at the prince waiting upon even on the slightest move he would make, how he would fight the dozens of men in the ring. For a short while nothing much happened but in the next moment,
The prince's eyes flickered a strange yellow light, I gasped at the sudden change of events. I knew I was one of the small amount of people that clearly saw what happened. What the heck was that? Were stories about him true? That he had some sort of weird power and that he was a werewolf? If that was the case the
