Letter

Luther could not believe what he just heard. "its over? How, why? I haven't lost yet." He was trying not to show it but he was very pissed off. And the man could see right through him.

Lord Varen leaned back in his chair, a hint of sympathy in his expression. "You were unconscious for three days after your match. The healers weren't sure when you would wake up, so the tournament continued without you."

"Three days?" His anger gave way to shock. He didn't realize he was out for so long.

"Yes. Your injuries were... unusual. The healers had never seen anything quite like it." He studied him carefully. "The wound itself wasn't just physical - there was something else to it. Something they couldn't fully understand."

He clenched his fists. All his preparation, all his fighting - for nothing. "So who won?" he asked finally.