By Blood & Stars

With friends in high places, one inevitably finds enemies in equally high places. This, unfortunately, is Erik?s story. Erik was born to a rather wealthy family, a family wealthy enough to have him educated at a university upon Lapis Maris. Erik was born to the luxury of near inherited power. His name is only a footnote in the fallen history of a nation; however, it was his voice that landed him in prison. Erik was one of the few humans that shared no aquatic features, as many natural inhabitants of this planet have come to adapt. Never has he, or his family, had to step foot of the dry grounds of their ancestry. Unfortunately, that all changed with the fall of an emperor.

Erik was formerly educated in law, where he adapted to his role in politics. He had no major powers; he was merely part of an executive body. This body consisted of only a couple hundred men, and these men were merely influence for the emperor. The emperors will, in turn, was carried about by the executive body. Each executive member would pass on his will to their assigned sector of society, where they would pull strings and bend law to their will.

Young in this process was Erik. He was skilled in politics, especially with this nation?s politics in which he was so familiar with. This, ironically, is what would become Erik?s greatest downfall.

War mongering came over time, and the Emperor supported to get in the middle of this war. Many of the executives did not, but it was not their job to argue with the Emperor. An argument with the Emperor was practically the same thing as committing suicide. His dictatorship was near absolute, despite the fact that he needed to keep the people pleased in order to gain support and have his decisions carried out. There were many deals carried out behind closed doors to make things work, and many lies told in this society. Despite the flaws, the system appeared to work for the most part. Inevitably, though, the society crumbled and is now into reconstruction.

Erik never agreed to go to war, but merely did his job. He was young, therefore he appealed to the younger aged citizens of his sector. He had a good reputation, and could give very influential speeches. Utterly, it?s his words against their underestimated opponent that?s put him on death row.

No longer does he wear a suit, but rather the standard issued jail clothing. The things that he said spread quickly, and struck personally against the member of an opposing war house. They gave him a life sentence in prison as a start, once the surrender of Erik?s home nation was final. Of the hundreds residing in the executive body, Erik was given the harshest sentence. Here he was, handpicked to be participating at some form of gladiator. The reason he was here was simple: someone that Erik had offended would love to see him die a gruesome death.

His face unshaven and scraggly, and his hair untrimmed, he walked in line with bloody knuckles and ankles. Needless to say, he?d already taken a bit of a beating the last couple of months. Due to his former status, prison guards found great joy in jerking him around and beating up on him. Needless to say, fellow inmates simply liked the idea of being there with a former government official.

Walking through the doors, his bones ached. He stopped with the rest of the men, as usual, feeling completely out of place. Looking down, his eyes drifted to the left and right of him. Everyone here appeared to be someone aquatic in nature. Erik did not share any extraordinary aquatic features as many others did. Sure, he was used to extremely humid climate, but that?s about it.

His eyes drifted upward as a young woman began speaking sternly. It angered him to be talked to in such a way, treated like low-life. Why would he trust her? How could she teach him to learn to trust her? When the idea was first mentioned to him, he expected to see a drill sergeant, not a woman like her. According to his opinion, she didn?t look like the type of girl to end up in such a cruel occupation.

The first thing he noticed after she had finished talking was that it appeared nobody else had the courage to speak up. The only thing he thought of them is that they were weak minded fools. They didn?t know what?s best for them; they simply lived in the moment and scavenged for survival.

?Don?t any of you men be foolish enough to listen to her lies, she's done this many times before.? Erik broke the silence; he still talked like the young politician he once used to be.

?Do you really want to trust someone who is telling you that she is sending you to your death? You shouldn?t stand for that. This is her occupation; her occupation is dealing death to people like you. People who she believes deserve to die,? He spoke aloud, a glare fixated upon Kalita. Other inmates were beginning to share mutual feelings with him, expressing opinions or expressions against Kalita.

?You?ll gain my trust the moment that you remove these cuffs and walk me out those doors.?

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