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I was back where I had started but this time, there was no dirt on my face, no vomit and my quiver was full. As was the arena. Words must have gotten out of the fight and what was at stake. Everyone had come out to see the mutilation of a Hunter. I had seen it filled with men before, but today it was packed. Men and even a few women had come to watch. I saw Arya sitting up front, long golden earrings dangling from her ears, her burgundy dress exposed her anklets. She pulled back her blood-red lips in a sneering smile. The clouds were thick, threatening rain. Thunder roared in the distance and lightning illuminated the dark skies ever so often. I turned from the crowd to watch the king. His eyes were already on me. I command you not to die. My stomach squirmed in tumult and I could n