• A loud scraping noise jolted Kyana awake, but darkness was all that met her previously closed eyes. A throbbing ache pounded in her skull as she forced herself to sit up. The dank smell of urine and another foul smell like that of rotting flesh assaulted her nostrils and she gagged, looking around her as her eyes adjusted to the darkness.

    She shivered as a cold draft snaked over her naked body. She made out a large bucket and a pile of hay sitting in one corner of the tiny room she was in. She stood and dug a sharp nail into her palm, but instead of blood that poured from her wound, a dark metal seeped out and formed a spike jutting out from the flesh of her palm. It heated as did her silver eyes and started to glow brightly. She was in a dirt cell that had a huge wooden door keeping her contained. No windows, bars, anything. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to recall how she had gotten here.

    1 day earlier.

    "Forget it! I am not playing these stupid games. I have participated in the Glass Ring to many times to count and now, after I stopped killing and made a life for myself you want me to go back?" Kyana splintered her door frame with a metal coated fist.

    "Calm down, We only want one fight from you. There is a man that we cannot allow to win. If he gets his hands on the bow... It doesn't matter! Kill him Kyana... You will be rewarded handsomely." A large burly man with one eye and rotting teeth had come to convince her to fight in the Glass Ring again.

    "No! I WILL NOT! Tell Marshal to go screw himself. I am done." Kyana slammed the door in the mans disgusting face.

    "Alright Kyana... you forced my hand, remember that." Her entire door exploded, sending billions of fragmented wood splinters into her flesh. Screaming she hit the ground and the large man was on top of her. Before she had a chance to react she was his fist... then darkness...