The Arena novel Chapter 6

When they move me, they put me in a space that looks and smells like it is where the toilets are. There is no one here except for me; the smell is so terrible I can barely breathe. There is no airflow, so breathing becomes difficult.

It’s not surprising that they only give me poisoned food, not that I could eat in this literal shithole even if it wasn’t poisoned. I realize starting on Thursday that the water they give me is also poisoned. So, basically, before my battle, I can’t breathe, I have no food and no water. If I were a regular shifter, like they think I am, the lack of water would be very problematic. But as a dragon, I can go long periods without water. It’s the tainted air that’s the problem for me. What water I might be able to draw from the air is contaminated. I can’t pull enough oxygen into my lungs because of the putrid scent in the air.

On Saturday morning, the keeper comes in and shoots me with some sort of dart. I didn’t expect it would affect me, but it makes me feel woozy. I lay down on the floor of my cage. I can feel them as they begin to transport me. The movement makes me sick, and I vomit bile on my cage floor. When they roll me outside, I don’t move. I don’t want to be sick again, and I’ll start to feel better as soon as I get some fresh air. I need to recover if I’m going to take out the Commander.

I feel them attach something to the top of my cage, and then I feel like I’m swinging in the air. The higher up I go, the better the air tastes. I begin taking in gulping lungfuls of the fresh, clean air. Well, it’s as fresh as it gets inside the arena, but anything is better than what I’ve been breathing for the last few days.

I wonder if they are intentionally making my cage swing. They probably think it will continue to make me feel sick since I vomited earlier. However, the rocking motion reminds me of flying in the air; the wind gusts on a blustery day, pushing my body up and down over the air currents.

I hear the keepers speaking on the ground underneath me. “Do you think we overdid it? The Commander will be angry if she can’t fight.”

“Nah, he’ll just find someone to take her place. He wanted her dead,” one of the keepers says uncaringly.

“But he wants her to die in the arena so he can get some of his money back. Maybe I should give her some water, at least.”

“Fine, but whatever you do, do it quickly.”

Rather than throwing a bottle of water at me, the idiot turns on a hose and shoots it at me. It washes away all the disgusting smells that had been coating my body, making it even easier to breathe. I wait, hoping he’ll let the water wash over me.

“Drink, dammit. If you die, I’m as good as dead,” the keeper shouts at me; as if I care about his life. He’s as good as dead anyway, once I’m released. When I feel like he’s close to stopping, I lift my head and open my mouth. The flood of clean water tastes delicious. I don’t need it now, but it cleans my mouth of the scents of that disgusting place where they were holding me.

I gulp the water until he shuts it off. “There, now act like you’re ready for a fight.” I stare him down until he moves away.

“Are you good, Tana?” I look up, and only then do I realize that all four of us are hanging above the arena.

It was Ishir who asked. From across the arena, I can see Cedric looking panicked. I might not have stayed down so long if I’d known he was watching me, concerned. But my nose had been so clogged with the fetid air from below that I was more focused on breathing than smelling.

“Yeah, I’m good,” I reply.

“Where were you? We couldn’t get eyes on you.” I hear Cedric ask me, his voice softer with the distance.

“I was in some septic area. It smelled like the sewer for the toilets.” I hear Cedric snarl from his cage.

“Why would they do that?” The lion asks me. “Aren’t you supposed to fight?”