Chapter 10. Duel in Cirque

"Red? Are you OK?"

Red ignored Call and searched the area for Aamon. Her left eye began to scan every person within her peripheral vision, but there were too many. She had no idea where the young man was; for some reason, Red was instantly drawn to Aamon. She gave up and settled on the stone steps once more.

"Don't you want to go?"

Call looked surprised at Red, who reclined in her seat and peered at the sandy field below. But Red remained silent, her gaze fixed on the man about to compete in the Cirque arena.

A tall young man entered the arena, holding a shield in his left hand and an axe in his right. Meanwhile, from the bleachers, a towering figure in all-black leaped out elegantly, his hair purplish in the sun-like light bias. There was no sound at all as he landed. Only a sand cloud congregates between his feet.

"Wow, he's cool," whispered Call.

"Aamon?" Red cast the young man next to her a quick glance.

"You think Baron is cooler?

"He's