Fair.

The storm raged on over Aella, but she stayed fixed on the ground beneath, not getting caught up in it even though the lightning occasionally struck the earth nearby.

“Aella!”

Aella turned round to see Claire before her in her dream.

“I found a way we can talk, even after becoming the key I-”

“You aren’t Claire.” Aella stood up and walked over to Claire’s image. “And you aren’t my creation either. Who are you?”

Claire’s image smiled. “You truly are powerful, how is it you are like this, it’s different to all the other humans I’ve seen.”

Aella blinked

“Yes, I’m not human,” Claire’s image started to walk away from Aella. “I am the arena, you’ve felt my pull right? you’ll have to come sooner or later right?”

the image faded and Aella was left alone.

–

Aella sat up quickly, and felt very cold, she shouldn’t have fallen asleep outside, especially not this far north. Looking forward she saw the graves she had dug, she must have passed out after filling them in.

Aella stood up, holding onto the key and said goodbye. Aella knew the image wasn’t to be trusted, but she had a new-found strength and would survive whatever the arena had in store for her.