VESPERUS POV
Finally!
My voice gets to be heard.
I sat still, my eyes fixed on the pit ahead. A feeling of satisfaction welled within me as I watched Roberts.
My words sure had taken a toil on him. Exactly my wish. That wouldn't be all though.
There was something about him that made him seem so familiar to me. I could swear I had seen that face somewhere else, away from the academy.
Where it was, I couldn't tell. Well, it was only a matter of time.
The bell went off, signalling the start of the tournament. Student after student went forward, their faces fixed with anxiety.
Of each pair, one returned with Victory, the other defeated.
“Next,” the moderator called, his voice much louder than before. “Roberts Scotts and Mark Draven.”
I sat upright, ready for this.
I had no doubt
