RESCUE ALLAN

The sunlight reflecting in the Arena. A prisoner's head was stock to a lock and swiftly the blade from the guillotine descends in swift speed accompanied with a sheer amount of force slicing the man's neck off neatly with his head rolling on the floor with a gush of blood splatters to the wooden frame. The arena was drifted in noise and conversation.

Allan was brought in with his neck stock to a lock, above him was the blade with blood on it aimed at slicing off his neck. A brute of a guard with ripping muscles walked to the rope holding the blade. Allan looked once more to the bright sky and the people around him. Perhaps this would be his last view he would ever see. He was going to die without knowing his father and achieving his goals. He could only remember fragments of his past growing up bullied by kids, how he had gone to school, how he grew and the most amazing memories he had was falling in love with Felicia. He had no regrets, he turned his face to look at dragneel w