{Music Recommendation: Carry You ~ Ruelle & Fleurie}
By the time the sun kissed the earth's horizon, Percy was puffing for air. His lungs burned, his waist ached, and his heels...
His heels. Percy groaned as he writhed on the rough ground. He could barely sit up or even say a word. His voice was lost from screaming and begging for his life to be spared by these barbarians.
It was the only word Percy could think of as they threw him from one side of the court to the other despite his wailing screams. In their defense, they needed to make him tough.
"Please... I am only a servant, and I don't need strength."
Percy's plea fell on deaf— more like ears that refused to listen to his words. It took Percy the fourth count to stop keeping record of how many times he threw up or even lost consciousness, and every time he opened his eyes, the men who were after his life stood above, staring down at him and cheering him to stand again.
