Prison of Warriors

Dael’s world turned white, then black.

When it resembled a world again, he was lying on his back, head throbbing, and staring up at Avery.

“Avery!” He sat bolt upright, and then immediately rolled onto his side and was ill.

“I was about to say you shouldn’t sit up,” Avery said, and patted Dael’s back gingerly.

Once Dael’s stomach stopped heaving, he managed to take a deep breath and try to speak. “Where am I?”

“In Darius’ prison of warriors,” Avery said dryly.

Prison of warriors. That made no sense.

Then Dael heard the roar of a crowd.

“We’re gladiators.”