Fair.

The lightning struck yet closer to Aella than before. She looked up at the storm and saw it had grown stronger, more violent. If she didn’t find a way to control it soon it would envelop her again. She couldn’t hide from it forever.

“It may surprise you to know you are my favourite to win” Aella turned to see Claire’s image, the Arena was visiting her mind once again.

“Favourite, but still a disappointment.” The image shook its head, “All that power but not the will to use it.”

“I have a stronger will.”

“Oh?” The Arena looked at her quizzingly “I’m not so sure, it looks like that thing is set to blow.” it pointed up and the red clouds above.

“Why do you want me to use my abilities, it’s hardly impartial.”

“Well lets just say I have my own ideas about the contest, that’s why I’m here, I want you to win, but I can’t help you, the best I can do is tell you if you don’t fight you will lose. That zephyr character, the one who blew your friend, your first crush to bits… do you have any idea how many people he alone has killed? It’s well into quadruple figures Aella. What makes you think he wont kill you?”

“I don’t think he wont kill me.”

“You plan to die?”

“I plan to face him and not fight, if he kills me he kills me, if he doesn’t he doesn’t.”

“perhaps I should back another contestant.”

The image faded from the dream and lighting stuck where it stood.