I just prayed I could be quicker than her and come up with answers that would satisfy her. Later, if she remembered being in here, I could always tell...her it was a wild dream she had. Chances were, with her memory failing, I’d get lucky and she’d forget all about it. But, for now, she threw out the questions like a pitcher throwing fastballs, and I kept hoping I could bat fast enough and keep hitting balls over the fence.“Steve-O, there’s a lot of equipment in here,” Mom quipped.“It’s for. They sat down on the bench with me and introduced themselves. We talked for a few minutes and then the older girl asked me if I was hungry and if I needed a place to stay."I didn't answer right away. Not until the older girl, Dawn, told me that they were both runaways, too. Dawn, who was fifteen at the time, had a feral look about her that I recognized even then. I somehow knew that she was trouble."But I was hungry and I did need a place to stay. And the truth is I didn't have much of a. Over time though it turned into something I enjoyed. For the most part, it was more about curiousity and naughtiness. It was scary and exciting. At first, I felt more like it was happening around me. Something that others were doing, not me. I just happened to be around it. I think though, that I was making excuses. There was a part of me that tried to justify what I was doing and why. Over time though I stopped fooling myself.If I'm honest with myself, I got into it simply for the attention. ”After a short pause, perhaps to gauge if I was actually paying attention or to take a breath, she continued.“Fights lasts until one participants gives up or kicks the bucket. But, chillax dude our spooky, scary necromancers have you covered. The whole arena is drenched in a Level 3 reviving spell, that will heal all wounds, including a sudden case of mortality, once the battle is concluded. Radical!”“Swagger your way trough the whole tournament and you will loot the grand price of a cool.