She did not bare to open the iron metal gates of Thorn Arena. In fact, she didn't even want to fight. She didn't wish to fight. She was too weak to fight. Her strength was lost. The girl's shoulders shivered as she felt tears sting to her eyes. "I don't want to fight now. Not like this," she whispered while sobbing, quietly.

Her face went red. As soon as the gates opened, little Beatrice was standing in front of a huge arena, her opponent on the opposite side of her. The crowd was cheering at her. Beatrice didn't dare fight her opponent. She didn't want to murder anyone anymore. She didn't feel like the brave and great assassin she was. In fact, she wanted to commit suicide now. Her nerves were now getting more sickening than ever.

"Good morning to everyone here gathered in the arena. In this round, we will have Beatrice and Max fighting each other with all their might. Whoever wins will become titled the king or queen of Thorn Arena, depending on whichever gender wins. Let battle commence in 3... 2... 1! FIGHT!"

As Max started to lunge at Beatrice, she didn't move at all. Instead, Beatrice stood there, looking scared and afraid. She couldn't fight at all. She started to lunge at Max, slowly but when she saw the startled look on his face, Beatrice stopped. She looked at him with tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry," she whispered as she immediately let go of the sword in her hand and the sword dropped to the floor.

As soon as Beatrice was about to run away, she realised that a hand had caught her arm. Beatrice looked behind her, only to find out that the host had grabbed her hand.

"BEATRICE LAVENDER!!! YOU HAVE BEEN DISQUALIFIED FROM THE CONTEST FOR QUITTING!!! PLEASE COME AND SEE ME AT THE COURTROOM AT FIVE!!! I WILL NEED TO HAVE A WORD WITH YOU, MISS."

As soon as she watched the host walk away and hearing the audience go boo, Beatrice immediately knew that she had failed to become the best assassin in the world.

Beatrice and the announcer rushed inside a big room with plenty of space. The size you would want fifty people to fit in one single pool! The door slammed shut behind them as the announcer dragged Beatrice into the courtroom.

The courtroom had a black marble floor and brown wood walls. It was the size of a single church! On the front stood a golden royal throne that was absolutely spotless. No one ever sat on the throne, except for the most important people (or rulers) of course.

When they were in front of the room, the announcer instructed Beatrice to kneel down before him. "Why would I kneel down before him?" Beatrice thought. "He wasn't a ruler or something like that! He was just an announcer! Or he can be an important person. Announcers are important people - right?!!"

Beatrice's thoughts were completely vanished when all of a sudden, the announcer started. "Beatrice, may I ask you a question? Are you ready for your sentence?"

Beatrice immediately whispered in an angry voice. "Not in front of my fucking dead body." The announcer gasped as she said this. He then had had enough. This was it. He was going to reveal what her sentence was. "YOU - ARE - A - DIS - GRACE!!!" The announcer was strict and harmful to Beatrice. In fact, he was so harmful and violent to Beatrice that he immediately sent Beatrice to the king of Thorn Arena.

"Your majesty! A girl decided to randomly quit in the middle of an arena bowl fight! She even swore at me! DESTROY HER!!! HAVE A WORD WITH HER!!! DO WHATEVER YOU CAN THINK OF TO STOP THIS BEAST!!!"

"Okay, okay. Calm down, please. I will deal with her myself. You can now feel free to leave the royal throne room, Luke."

As soon as the announcer stormed off in anger, the king looked at Beatrice and glared at her.

"Now, Beatrice. You've got some explaining to do."

Beatrice looked at the king's cold eyes, trembling with fear as she did this. "Your majesty," she replied, scared but politely. The king looked up at Beatrice and began his speech.

"I've heard a great deal about you, Miss Beatrice," he said, sharply. But as soon as he saw the tears in Beatrice's eyes, his eyes felt like watering up too. He felt bad for Beatrice and regretted his actions. He looked at Beatrice sadly.

"Wait! Isn't he meant to be a king? Why would he suddenly give up? Kings don't do that. Even queens or princes or princesses!" Beatrice thought. "Oh, just fuck up, stupid bitch!" And when she meant "bitch", she realised that she was swearing at her own self. She regretted saying that.

The king looked at Beatrice again. His eyes then started filling up with tears. "Beatrice. I am awfully grateful to you! Do you know why?" he spoke up in a loud, gentle voice.

"Oh, wow! Why though?" Beatrice asked him in a slight tone. She didn't even know the answer to her own fucking self. "Shit," she whispered in agony.

"You have saved our kingdom as an assassin, Beatrice. You have been participating in fifty battles and you have won forty nine out of the fifty! I must promote you! But only for one secret offer," he spoke aloud in a high - pitched voice.

"And what is the offer?" she asked in a much more serious tone like a real king does.

"You will need to bring me back a secret ring that belongs to me," the king told her everything about the quest. It was risky but worth the shot if she was to save herself from immortal danger.

"But how? Where can I find your precious ring?" Beatrice asked, now in a much lighter tone.

"The ring will be in the realm of the Thorn King, which will be the opponent you will have to defeat. You will actually need to defeat a lot of opponents and monsters along the journey. You will also be joining forces with a person I truly know will obey the rules and listen to," the king was now looking at an angel the age of her but way taller.

Beatrice looked at the angel. "Was he the person I will be joining forces with?" she thought while trembling with fear. "He looked serious. I hope he doesn't yell at me like an asshole or something like that."

"Beatrice. My name is Leo. I am the Angel of Lightning," the lightning angel spoke to her in a strict voice.

The king was very fond and proud of Leo. "Beatrice. You will have a two year break. After two years, you will come back to Thorn Arena and present yourself as a true assassin. If you fail or disobey, you will be sentenced to death. Is that clear?" he asked in a more stricter tone than Leo.

"Y - yes," she shivered while replying.

"And Leo, do you understand what you need to do?" he asked Leo as strict as he asked Beatrice.

"Yes. I do understand," Leo replied in a confident and high voice.

"Good. You can now both escape the royal courtroom," the king dismissed both Beatrice and Leo as they walked out of the courtroom. Beatrice shivered with fear. So did the king.

"Dear God, I hope Beatrice makes it. Please give her the most strength she could ever have. Give her a power that would be stronger than everyone else's. Please make her the Angel of Thorns I know and love."