The journey from the amphitheater back to the Omega, which consisisted of traversing a labyrinth of tunnels of tunnels and chambers. The people emerged from their huts in their rags to cheer and there were roars of “Omega, Omega.”
They had all been watching the event on their wall-screen and they liked what they.
“You are a hero to the people,” his father whispered, his face beaming with joy and immense pride.
The other warriors were also there as they entered the compound. Those, who could clapped.
Then came the voice over the loudspeaker.
“Victory to the Omega. Glory to the Omega. Celebrations will commence within the hour. Timothy went back to his room.
“We’ll get you ready son.”
But Timothy grew confused when his father took off his clothes and put him into bed.
“What about the celebrations?”
“Son, this is for the celebration. As a warrior, certain things are expected of you. If you are successful, you’re seed must spread.”
Then his father left, and a woman entered. Her face was badly scarred on one side and most of her teeth were missing. She looked around his father’s age
“My name is Yeona. There is no reason to be nervous. Concentrate on my pretty side.”
With that, she entered the bed beside him.
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