#firsttrial

He calls out from his perch, his back pressed against a tree and arms crossed over his chest. His hunting knife is held in one hand, though his grip around the handle is lax. Not yet a threat from either side. Sure, Frank would admit this guy looked pretty fucking intimidating, but that didn't mean shit to him. Death didn't matter in this place.

Other times

My arms crave for embraces.

The rush of blood in dried up wilted veins,

Like forgotten rivers gushing through iridescent gorges,

Sepulchral rocks holding up the river bed,

Like jagged words weighing down my tongue.

Routine, stands like a dam,

Smothering rivers and words,

Embraces and outbursts,

Routine is a friend.

The tournament has officially begun!

It is now time for the first trial: log rolling duels!

The rules are simple :

- Two randomly selected candidate will face each other in a log rolling duel.

- The first one to attain two victories wins the duel

- The loser will be eliminated from the tournament and thus will become a peasant