I heard screams of pain and terror, cries of sadness and woe, roars of anger and hatred, and purrs of happiness and delight. The cries were everywhere, including in my head. I could see it all, all the deaths that had ever happened here, and other things as well. I could see all of them, and it was horrifying, all the things that happened here, in this arena alone. I felt every death that had happened in this spot. 

The death of every dragon by the hand of a Viking. 

The emotions of the dragons that have been held captive here. All of them.

I couldn't stop the tears streaming down my face, the cries that escaped my throat. It was to much. I lost consciousness. 

When I woke up, I was in the same spot, everybody peering at me. I was hauled to my feet. The cries were gone, and I felt better. 

"What happened?" The chief asked. 

"I-I don't know, sir. I must just be exhausted. I've been up all night for a while now, so that is probably why." He looked a bit sceptical, but he accepted it. "Let's get on to training." 

Cainel glared at me. I ignored him and got into line. Chief Bromson was already talking. "-and we will learn it. We must learn how to kill these beasts, so we can protect our tribe. How many of you have already killed a dragon?" Everybody, except me, raised their hand. I just stared at the dirt. "Well, that is new, not everyone killing a dragon." I was mad.

"How many of you made your ax, or sword, or shield, or hammer, or mace? I've made all those and more. I can bet that you haven't." Now they glared at me, all of them. I glared back. We all got ready to fight. "Enough! Stand down, all of you. Stick, that was uncalled for. Fifty pushups, the rest of you, twenty. NOW!!" I got started right away, but when I was at 25, a large foot was planted on my back.

"Keep going Stick, or is this too much." Cainel was on me. I just grunted from the effort. he was very heavy! I collapsed at 40. "Well, what do you know, Stick really is a baby! Who knew." The sarcasm dripped from his words. He didn't move his foot. I only have ten more, I can do it.

I push up with all the strength I have, determined to finish. I made it, and did my 50 pushups, but Cainel didn't move. "Get... off... can't... breath." I gasped. He didn't move, so I gathered myself up, and lunged upward. I grabbed his foot and yanked him off balance. he fell to the ground and I stood on his chest.

"STICK!! Get off my boy, AGAIN!'' Chief Bromson was mad! I got off, then went back into line. Cainel was just as mad as his father, but he couldn't do anything right now. The Chief finally got started. He released two dragons, a gold Frelen and a blue Spelim. Class didn't go very well for anybody, except Cahira and Stolm. They both gave a blow that could have been fatal, had they gone through with it, but they didn't.

I was leaving when Chief Bromson told me to stay behind. He looked mad, very mad.