I watched and listened to the Alphas explain the tournaments as best they could, but could not keep my hands from clasping tighter in my lap. Fergus won a foot race, and managed to qualify in a ridiculous challenge that involved ripping up a sapling by its roots and throwing it like a spear at a target painted on a standing stone. He excelled at the group games, where his speed made him an asset to his team, and a target to the opposing one. I held my breath as he raced up and down a field, kicking a round ball. Berserkers tried to stop him, crashing into each other.
For a moment I had a wild hope that my redhead warrior might beat out the rest and win, but disaster struck halfway through the team sport. A few of the opposing team made it a point to target Fergus and run him down. He duck
