Three
Kings
I
knew nothing of the other two, they had ruled simultaneously as I did.
It
wasn't until we were all brought to the new arena, our private boxes opposite
each other as the points of a triangle, that any of us knew of the others’
existence. We stood at our pedestals—eyes darting from one to the other until the
trapdoors beneath us dropped and we fell to the game floor before.
There
were no tigers or other exotic animals for us to battle. Just three wary men,
and a handful of rocks strewn about. We were the exotic creatures.
Art by Bryan Landsberg, story by Christian
Berntsen
