Arena Forged

Regret is a burden. I should know. And magic makes it worse...

Once, the crowd adored me. I was young and the world was small. I fought in the arena, and I was good. The best. Warriors feared me. Kings praised me. And women...

Best to say little of that. Yet one ruined me. Cast me aside. Set me adrift. Those who showered me with gold now hunt me with steel. Because of her.

Age hides me now. But it robs me of strength and skill. The adoring crowds of my youth would not recognize me, and my name is dead on their lips. Fame, you are a traitor.

And now another woman comes into my life, just when the shadow of evil rises over the realm. I treat her like a daughter. I protect her from her enemies. I do not tell her the truth though.

Men I can still fight, if I must. Magic I can thwart, with a touch of my own. But the leader of her enemies is worse than all these.

She is a god...