CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
Morning.
Peter’s fifth fight of the week.
The servant girl brings him another grey tunic with a white cloud, and he gets dressed.
Sarah follows her escort to her place in the stadium. She sits, holding her stomach, and waits for his battle to begin. Yawning, she fights off heavy eyelids. Worries over Celestia swim through her mind, not ceasing since their start last night.
Peter stands along his perimeter fencing. Leaning back, he looks across his section of the clearing at a small, lanky girl with pale skin and bright pink lips.
The boy appears at the bell, calling out. “Thyra and Bren.”
That name sounds familiar.
The bell chimes.
The boy disappears.
The battle begins. And with it, the thoughts of the name and of Celestia retreat.
Thyra sits in a chair just l
