PGO 3-EXThey were alone now in Wyatt's room. He sat tensed on the edge of his bed. Kyoni stood, never staying in the same spot for more than thirty seconds. For the moment, the room was silent except for her frequent footsteps and the quiet hum of the filtered air system. Wyatt was rather glad that neither of them were talking -- it gave him time to think about anything she might ask him, and how he was supposed to answer.
Finally, after a long and strained pause, Kyoni turned to her uncle. "When were you going to tell me?" She snapped, her eyes narrowing in anger. "Or, were you going to tell me?" She stared long and hard at her Wyatt, waiting. Wyatt fidgeted, but didn't answer. How could he?
"Were you ever going to tell Dimitri?"
Wyatt whipped his head up, looking appalled. "Leave Dimi out of this!"
"Why? You didn't think this would affect him? Well think again, Wyatt Skellen." She held up the same piece of crumpled paper to his face. "Now at least when he gets older and star
PGO 3-2Dear Wyatt…
Not even a day after he’d been banished from Kyoni’s room, he was summoned to the battle field. His steps were slow and deliberate as he wandered through the cave-like entrance. The air was hot and humid, and Wyatt could already feel himself sweating under his baseball-tee and shorts. Perhaps it was the heat… perhaps not.
The rock walls around him opened up into a large, brightly lit cavern. All sorts of plant-life clung to the moist rock walls, and all sorts of earthy smells wafted toward him. It was something out of a fantasy movie. It was beautiful and breathtaking. It was horrifying.
… it’s been a long time…
His eyes finally looked toward the woman standing opposite him on the field. Her green eyes glittered, and she smiled wryly. “Welcome.”
He fumbled to answer her, but no words came. Any intelligent remark he could have made was quickly stolen by the fear burning in his chest. Instead, he wav
PGO 3-1After the first battle of Round 3, Wyatt spent almost no time training. Instead, he found himself making daily visits to see his niece Kyoni after she was released from the hospital wing. Even though he knew it was only a matter of time before he was called up to face the Hostess, he pushed all thoughts of battle from his mind. His family came first – even if she consistently refused to let him help.
“Leave me alone,” Kyoni groaned as Wyatt appeared at her bedroom door for the third time that day. “Unless you came with booze this time…?”
“It’s Sunday, Kyoni.” Wyatt frowned, ignoring her plea and sitting on the edge of the bed. “You feeling any better?”
“Hardly. There’s this annoying pain in my neck that won’t go away. Once I think it’s gone, it always comes back, and it gets more and more annoying every time it does.” She pursed her lips.
“Is it there now?” Wyat