Chapter 1: Free The sun glistened through the sleeping harpy's eyes, Anuir, they called her. A beautiful harpy whose power has been used in order to amuse barbaric people. "This is the time, we'll be free soon." She told the barbarian beside her, Valox Fireraven. A fellow prisoner behind bars after being caught by evil people who were using them for entertainment purposes. It wasn't really a deathmatch, they were thankful. At midnight, they'd always talk about their plans for tomorrow and only hit each other with minor injuries and such. "We will be free, Anuir." Valox answered through gritted teeth. "We've been here for decades now. I've spent most of my life here. I don't wanna see this..god-forsaken environment any longer." "You're not the only one who wants, Valox," Anuir said, smirking. "In any case, the match is starting. Let's not try to sustain major injuries," "Yeah. I know," the orcish barbarian answered. "Stick with the plan, alright?" "Yeah." --- Their plan wasn't only to get out of this cage, but also to take revenge against their kidnappers whom kept and abused them for years. They were desperate, those two, but they make a good team. "Alright! The Gorilla, Valox Fireraven!" The announcer shouted through the microphone, his voice booming throughout the entire arena. A lot of people cheered. Valox just stood still. "The Bird, Anuir!" He continued, smirking. This'll be a fun show. "And start!" After that word, it was deathly still. The harpy nor the orc weren't moving. Anuir smirked at Valox who returned the gesture. "Smoke Fog!" She shouted as the crowd cheered, but they had an ulterior motive. Taking advantage of the smoke, Anuir flew to Valox and carried him with plenty of physical strength. The crowd cheered, thinking that Anuir would slam Valox to the ground, but instead, he carried the orc into the announcer, dropping him on the announcer--he kicked the poor announcer without hesitation and decapitated him with his axe. "That's for making us suffer all these years, hohoho~" Anuir said, flying around as she put the crowd to sleep. "Wing Slash." Just as their kidnappers went to the smoke-covered still arena, she slashed them, making severe wounds on their skin as the smoke started to clear. In sync, Valox jumped to the middle of the arena as he did a whirlwind attack against their kidnappers. Anuir went down and carried Valox yet again. "Let's get out of this place!" "Get those rascals! Make sure they're dead!" Their leader commanded as the others tried to catch Anuir but their attempt was frail as she was too fast. -- Anuir flew freely, making stunts in the air. "Stop that, you're giving me an headache." Valox said, touching his head as a sign of an incoming headache. "Shut up. If we want to keep this freedom thing up, we'd better go somewhere to get supplies. To Haradon. There, they won't find us." Anuir said. "Good idea, let's go there, then." Valox replied. -- TIME: 6:39, Haradon's White Village, Order Force "Alright. We're here, I think. It's a village." Anuir said, stopping at the entrance of the village. White cobblestones was common in the village. Two guards at their posts, and there were a lot of bushes, which Valox said to be 'for war ambushes', Anuir didn't think about it though. "Hold it. What's your business?" A royal guard asked. An elf, with blonde hair and breastplate. He had two swords sheathed in either of his sides. "We're stopping by to get some supplies." Anuir answered, unamused. "Well..people aren't needing money right now and we're using the supplies for the war. Basically, the best way to get food, water, and clothing is by joining the war. We need extra hands right now since the Chaos are such dull, pieces of crap. They attacked in the midnight and it's already afternoon and this war hasn't ended." The guard answered. "War lasts for years--even. Don't lay down waiting for war to finish in a day." Valox said gruffly, glaring. The man thought light of the war, and he wasn't having that. Valox's family died and he was captured because of unknown assailants, and the assailants who seemed to be undead and necromancers sold he, and most seemingly Anuir to the evil gladiators. "Well, this war is different from yours, apparently. You seem to came from a somewhat long trip." He answered. "I'll try to get an inn for you guys to stay in, but unless you wanna get supplies, I'd guess you'd have to join the war." Anuir and Valox looked at each other and gulped. Anuir nodded. "We'll accept your proposal, then," the harpy said as they shook hands and followed the guard to an inn to rest and stay in.