Ocean Of Broken Dreams

The first rays of light entered the room through the small window. On the bed there were two people sleeping in each other's embrace. One of the two bodies was smaller than the other one. Nameless slowly opened his eyes. 'Oh, it's already morning…Eh?'

In that moment he figured that sleeping Gherda was still embracing him. 'Well…That's a strange situation…'

He freed himself, without waking her up.

'I remember that a fell asleep when she was still reading her book.'

He looked at her with a very pensive expression. 'Why is she nude?' He was still somehow absent-minded when she moved slightly and opened her eyes.

"Hei, why do you sleep n.a.k.e.d?"

She felt some novelty in being greeted by this question the moment she woke up. She looked in the direction of the kid's voice only to see a very thoughtful gaze looked on her. 'It's somehow disappointing…' A sudden though passed through her mind and she stood up from the bed. Her spectacular body became fully exposed in front of the boy.

But he didn't care in the slightest. "Oh, so there is another difference between men and women apart from the c.h.e.s.t!"

Gherda could only sigh. 'Even for a kid he is too much…'

In the Third Island, like in the whole Ocean, males were usually treated like a.d.u.l.ts from very low age. But Nameless by being raised on the streets wasn't very prepared on some topics. He wasn't a least captivated by the woman's body.

"…Well, I simply don't like to sleep with my clothes on." – She slowly answered while dressing up. – "In any case we're going to the arena today. After we register as the participants the fight will commence."

"Yesterday I heard that you were banned from participating."

"I'm banned from becoming the King. Everyone in my family is. But I can still participate and kill some warriors from other tribes." – She unconsciously released a small wisp of killing intent. Nameless for a second felt like if he was falling in a bottomless black pit.

Noticing the problem Gherda immediately restrained herself. – "Let's go, Boy." Then they exited the room the other warriors were already waiting for them. Some glanced with envy at Nameless. 'What do they want?'

"Ok, I see that everyone is ready. Let's go and kill a bit."

Another tongue of killing intent made everyone shiver uncontrollably.

After some minutes they arrived before a small wooden stand. The registration went smoothly, but in the end the one who was writing their names looked towards Gherda. – "Don't forget about the rules, Spider Lady. In the semi-final just give up."

She wore and extremely cold expression and nodded.

'He is absolutely sure that she will arrive in semi-finals. Is Gherda so powerful?' After that small incident they directly entered the huge round building named "Thousand Battles Arena". A very polite assistant accompanied them through a long corridor until suddenly they arrived in a very spacious place. Rows of sets were already slightly filled with people. Some of them were fighters, and others were only spectators just like Nameless.

A skinny old man was standing just in the middle of the arena. Suddenly he raised his head towards the audience. – "Welcome! My fellow ice-born warriors, today's an important day."

He wasn't shouting but his voice was still audible in every corner of the huge building they were in.

"Today one of you will become our venerable Frozen King!"

An invisible flame of passion and determination started burning inside everyone's eyes while Gherda only scoffed slightly.

"I don't think that I have to say anything else."

"Fight with honour."

There were no cheers or commotion. Only an entire arena of concentrated and dense warriors. 'Still he is a very bad host…' Thought Nameless.

The battles started immediately after that. A four-armed golem substituted the old man and announced with its typical mechanical voice the names of fighters who were going to fight.

At the beginning the competition was boring to watch since there were no strong warriors.

'Oh! This may be interesting…' A slender young man with blonde long hair tied together with a black hair ribbon. He was wearing the long black robe, and in his hand, he was holding an old book.

The golem presented him as Jonas Noirlumiere. His opponent didn't have anything special apart form the huge sword on his back.

Jonas greeted his opponent. – "May the Blacklight guide you, oh mighty ice-born…"

The warrior spat on the ground in front of Jonas. His expression was full of disdain. – "I don't want to be guided by your gods, Heretic." – He extracted his sword which suddenly become inflamed.

"The violence is not the right way."

His smile was so bright and benevolent, and all his seemingly small figure radiated with sacred light. Nameless was having some hard time not to start to venerate this man. Some other peopled directly kneeled near their sits.

Suddenly Gherda poked him on forehead and his head became clear again. 'What just happened?'

"People from his family are good at brainwashing." – Was the only explanation Gherda gave him.

'Noirlumiere family…'

Meanwhile in the arena a flaming sword was suspended a centimeter away from the Jonas's beaming smile. On the warrior's forehead appeared some drops of cold sweat and his pupils slightly constricted.

"That's impossible…!"

His weapon was held by other party with only two fingers. – "Didn't I tell you?" – Some cracks appeared on the blade. – "The violence is not the right thing to deal with me…"

*Craaaack*

The sword crumbled in many pieces under Jonas's grip. – "…or at least not this pathetic amount of it."

"[Blacklight Mirror]" – For a second Nameless was blinded by a flash of light. When he opened his eyes, the warrior was no more where. Only Jonas was still standing calmly waiting for the announcement of his victory.

"Jonas Noirlumiere is the victor."

Gherda muttered something that nameless couldn't completely understand. The only things he heard were "Fu*king" and "Priest".

'She is a Spider and he is a Priest…' Thought the boy for a moment but the next fight started and attracted his attention. There were two ice-born warriors. One summoned ice-snakes while the other one was an archer.

Their fight ended after a half an hour when the summoner called out a twenty meters long giant piton. Even though the archer managed to break the creature he ended up completely exhausted, and his opponent easily claimed the victory.

"Gherda Araignèe" – Announced the golem.

She slowly went towards the arena. Her opponent was already there. It was a bulky man with an ugly scar decorating his face. – "I would be able to feel the power of the famous clan of spiders at least." – His scar moved light when he talked.

"Lowlife."

"What?!" – The man didn't expect to be insulted right away. His face became slightly red from suppressed anger. – "I will show you my might!" – His muscular body started emitting a terrifyingly huge amount of energy.

"Right leg."

"AAAARRG." – The man suddenly screamed, and his right leg fell next to him. A small pool of blood quickly formed on the ground.

"Left arm." – Announced Gherda with the same emotionless voice. Another pained scream made everyone shudder slightly.

The man fell on the ground next to his cut limbs.

"Bi*ch! I'M GONNA MURDER YOU! F*KING SPIDER!"

"[Ice Resurrection]"

Gherda silently observed as hi was covered by an blue cocoon. After a second some cracks appeared on it.

*CRAAAAAKK*

The cocoon exploded and the man appeared from inside. He was completely regenerated. A shiny ice armor was covering his whole body. He smiled. – "This is my innate bloodline ability. Ones I'm reborn I become ten times more powerful than before. You can't kill me now. A meager spider can't kill a phoenix."

*Swish*

Two huge wings appeared on his back.

The old man who opened the competition was observing from his seat the whole scene. – "A meager chicken can't kill this spider." – he said with some scorn very audible in his voice.

Gherda observed for a moment the winged man in front of her and sighed. The man smiled brilliantly. – "I'm a generous person. You can just surrender yourself to me." – The implications of this proposal were clear to everyone.

'What? What does he need her for? Well, she is powerful, so maybe he wants her to become his warrior slave…?'

Nameless wasn't sure about the situation.

"[Quartering]"

The man's expression froze. Gherda turned around and walked back towards her seat. Slowly the huge wings started crumbling into tiny pieces of ice which dissipated before even touching the ground. After that the armor broke down and disappeared.

The man slowly descended from mid-air. A self-depreciating expression appeared on his face. – "I'm sorry for my rudeness, Lady Spider."

These were his last words. Suddenly on his whole body appeared many red lines.

*SQOOOSH*

A cloud of bloody mist surrounded him and suddenly he fell apart into many pieces of flesh.

In the end only a small pile of gore and blood remained.

"Gherda Araignèe wins." – Announced the golem.

The whole arena was drowned into complete silence and only the sound of Gherda's steps could be heard.