11 Sir Adam Henshaw

Two days passed swiftly. Mian and Dion were seen to by the guards who watched them, and were given meals twice a day. It was on the third day that a change happened. The green eyed man who had captured them showed up again. He stopped before the cell with a sharp gaze, watching the two of them like a predator.

"Behave yourselves. Anything else and I put you down. Understood?" His brow quirked upwards as he stared them down. They nodded their heads and stood to the side as the man opened up the cell. Unlike before, he wasn't with his two escorts. The only guards present were the two that were assigned to watch them.

"Come. And be quick about it." He turned on his heels and started down the hall. The two young demi-humans shared a look before hurrying behind him. They fell into step behind him as he led them through the prison complex. They soon arrived before a stairwell.

"My name is Adam Henshaw. Sir Adam Henshaw. I am a noble of the Henshaw family." He began speaking while leading them up the stairs. "My family oversees the demi-human games. That is where you will be put to use. Try not to die." With that said, he went back to ignoring them. Mian and Dion processed what they had heard in silence.

When they were growing up, they had been taught that human society was ruled under a hierarchy that set certain prominent families to rule over a particular scope of land, property and people. These families were then ruled by an ultimate family, often referred to as the Royal Family. This system of ruling was known as a Monarchy.

It seemed that this 'Sir Adam Henshaw' was from such a family.

They remained quiet until they reached the top of the staircase. There, another set of guards stood, their faces hidden behind their head gear. They straightened up when they saw him come up the stairs.

"Sir!" They saluted by banging their fists against their shiny chest pieces. A golden insignia was imprinted onto their armors, swirling around the torsos of up to the necks of their armors. The insignia was a depiction of a golden dragon, with its tail swirling around their torsos, and its head on their chests with its fangs bared. It was quite intimidating, but also eye catching as well.

"At ease." He waved them down. They nodded and turned to open the thick metal door that they guarded. When it was open, Adam turned to look at the two demi-humans before leading them through. It was as though they stepped into a whole other world.

Sounds of men yelling and people running about to do their duties hit the two demi-human boys like a train. They hadn't heard anything when they were on the other side, so the change was pretty shocking.

When they looked around, aside from humans, they immediately spotted something else that was more eye catching - demi-humans. Demi-humans were everywhere, but not as free as the humans. They were locked up in cells, but these cells were much better than the one that Mian and Dion had spent a bit over two days in.

Large, bulky Weretigers, Werewolves, and the like all stared at the two newcomers. Their old, intimidating eyes that held the look of an experienced predator lit up when they saw the two newly captured demi-humans. New meat never lasted long in the arena. They would probably be killed in their first or second match, especially the smaller omega.

"Eyes straight. Ignore them, they're trying to intimidate you." Adam's voice cut through Mian's mind when the eyes of the demi-humans started to make him feel uncomfortable. "They won't be your opponents in the demi-human games. You will start with more simple challenges."

That gave Mian a little bit of assurance, but still, he would have preferred not fighting at all. Sadly, he didn't have a choice in this situation, nor if he wanted to evolve and get stronger.

Throughout everything that had been happening, Mian had never forgotten that he had gained something that could possibly help him leave his lowly status as the only omega in the pack. He was wondering where he could get the opportunity to hunt for creatures and animals that held even a minimal chance at evolution, but this demi-human games had just solved his biggest problem. Although, not without introducing him to an even larger problem. He had no idea how he would escape from captivity here. The demi-human games were always known for brutality and its incredibly high fatality rates.

The Demi-human Games. These games were quite simple actually. It was a concept brought up by an ancient human king who had gotten bored watching gladiator fights between humans. He then concocted a plan to capture demi-humans and force them to fight against animals, each other, and even humans. It was brutal, and also served as the beginning of the rising tensions between demi-human and human societies.

Perhaps if he could survive long enough to get enough Evolution Points and induce an Evolution, he would be able to find a way out of his current predicament.

"Here you are. For now, the two of you will be partners in the opening games. We can't have you dying too soon." He stopped by an empty cell that was set aside from the others. He opened it and ushered them in, watching them with a levelled gaze.

The two of them slipped past him and into the cell. At the corners of the cell, two cots were spread out on the floor.

"Food will be brought to you the same time it always has been. Prepare yourselves. Your first match is tomorrow." With that said, Adam turned on his heels and walked away.

"We're in trouble." Dion sighed and dropped onto one of the cots. Mian just worriedly looked around. Their first match was tomorrow. He had no idea how he was supposed to prepare himself for it.

They were screwed.