writing camp and me

They call me Blake, and when I say "they" I mean the beings who raised me they continuously say I am destined for greatness and in my younger years I believed them. But that was then now I am not so sure. on the day I turned eighteen my transport arrived to bring me to the colosseum a gigantic building where beings will be competing to become a god or goddess. stepping into the grounds infront of the colosseum standing tall against the horizon I look left then right noticing more being showing up in twos and threes some have blue tinted skin some have a darker pink to their faces but most of the groups are showing off their abilities. I stare with envy and then I am ashamed of myself for feeling such feelings, so what if I don't have powers. I think back to when I started to doubt the being who raised me and their comments of my destined greatness and such, but I guess no powers is just the universe punishing me for all my negative thoughts. when I look back to the front to begin my trek through the doors, when a girl shorter than my five foot seems to appear out of nowhere. she has dark green hair and what looked like flowers flowing underneath her skin. "hello, my name is hyacinth! I am a flower nymph! who a and what are you?" Hyacinth says with an enthusiasm that seems to come from nowhere, just like her apperence. her bright blue eyes show friendlyness while my electric green ones show only weariness. "Blake" is the only response I give her mainly because I have no idea what k am and two I am still a little apprehensive about telling to much to this nymph. "well then mystery Blake," she gives me a smile that says she knows the secret I am trying to tell her, unfortunately I don't know the secret she is picking up either. "the best thing to do in the beginning is to create alliances, and I think we could make a great one what do you think?" before I could give her an answer she grabs for my hand and drags me toward the entrance. as she pulls me closer to the building I get a foreboding sense wash over me and a dark and freezing chill slowly washes down my spine. as we pass under a huge arch the chill seems to get colder I physically shiver, Hyacinth looks back curiosity plainly on her face she doesn't seem to feel the cold. "come on this way!" she continues to pull me down the corridor, the walls are bright with some paintings hanging on the walls. some are portraits of winners, while other are depictions of battles that have passes long ago. the morbid scenes make the cold I feel even worse.