Rachel Champion of Worlds

“Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.” ―William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night—

There’s no lie in the sentence that greatness comes with a single opportunity. The thing is most of us will never have that, but even if that opportunity comes, there’s a big chance that you have to lose yourself to that decision. That might sound too dramatic, but let me tell you my story, there's many ways to remind us that our opportunities always have a catch. Anyway it's hard to believe that if you are in the bottom there's anything for us that won’t come with a prize.

I'm from one of the colonies in the forgotten side of the system. A slavery port filled with the outcast of the empire, have never been or seen as citizen, always been nothing to all of them. Raised between the snakes, the hunger and the thirst. Are any of you able to judge me?

The history of me that you might be interested in started in a tournament, The Empire Circus, it was a series of gladiator fights that ended in the surrending or dead of your adversary, every slave port in the Empire was able to participate with their best warriors, it was the only path that could give you the citenship, wealth and recognition in the whole empire.

I’ve always been a warrior, my sword is lethal as time itself, that's the reason I came to the Empire Circus with hopes of greatness and prosperity to me and even my people. Such a naive girl I was at that time. As the games started the thirst of blood raised in me, there was nothing to lose, my inner warrior was the only thing that had control. I’ve become ruthless every fight was as meaningless for me as the other one. I was raised for war, the sting of my blade was made to blind the life of my enemies. My frenessi wasn't stopped until I met my final enemy, he was my master, a brutal but incredibly wise warrior, too old to be a threat for me, but good enough to defeat every single other contesterer.

I knew every secret of his. Rapidly, his blood was dripping from my sword, he taught me every single move of his repertoire. I felt shame for the old man and guilt in my guts, but losing was not an option. I made him lose his sword but he didn’t give up. I begged him to surrender, but he kept fighting, the anger and the hate filled me, so I crossed his heart with my sword… I’m Rachel Champion of worlds, pity in that pathetic title, pity in anyone who wants to deal with my sword and my strength, there's nothing left, there’s nothing to win neither, but I won't lose, that’s my nature, I will survive no matter what.

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