LuckyFantasy4EVER

   My dreams weren't pleasant. I had never dreamed about the arena, but the images that flashed through my head were more violent than I expected they could be and I'm surprised to say I was afraid. It was rare for me to dream something so troubling, but I felt that something was wrong. Again. It was a common thing in the arena, but not for me. Or for us. We weren't afraid of anything. Nothing could get in our way. But it seemed like the arena would always find a way to tell us other wise. I was being chased in my dreams. I would never run away from an enemy, but that time I was. I couldn't run away, but I couldn't win the figh