Arena Forged

Regret is a burden. I should know. And magic makes it worse...

Once, the crowd adored me. I was young and the world was small. I fought in the arena, and I was good. The best. Warriors feared me. Kings praised me. And women...

Best to say little of that. Yet one ruined me. Cast me aside. Betrayed me. Those who showered me with gold turned to hunting me with steel. Because of her.

Age hides me now. But it robs me too. Strength and skill are fading, just when I need them most. The adoring ...