Battleground

Max’s POV

Four knocks.

“Hey, Max. Your grandfather wants me to inform you that training begins at one in the afternoon. See you down in the arena.”

I did not say a word.

“If I were you, wear something more appropriate for training.”

That was Hesther.

Obviously, grandfather had no inkling to the delay. He was very eager to begin my training. What do I expect to happen later?

I lay there in the carpeted floor and stare at the ceiling. There was a huge bed that looked very comfy but I do not want to risk to be asleep and cram on preparations. Tje floor will do. I need to think of what I am doing with my life. At this very moment, at the mere thought of the word training, I wanted to run outside and leave for good.

“God, what am I doing here?”

Asking myself did not do anything nor did it proved useful.

First, I do not know an