"My lady," I hear on my comm. I lift it to my ear.

"Yes," I reply to my aide.

"We have located Darnaghon, my lady," the aide says, his voice rushed. "It is not good. Darnaghon has been-" Suddenly the comm cuts out.

"Hello?" I speak into the comm. "Samsen? Hello! Answer me!" Just then, the lights, and I mean ALL the lights, go off in the arena. There are gasps and screams as we find ourselves in the pitch black darkness.

"Oh, God," I whisper, my lower lip quivering.

A spotlight comes on the podium, and a man in black robes stands before us.

He is laughing softly to himself...