Power

The stomps, the cheering, the heavy air in my lungs—it all felt both suffocating and exciting. Breathing in, I tasted both the rough dust and the blood, each filling my senses and fueling me for what was to come. The cheering grew louder, and I could easily follow along, merely by listening. I closed my eyes, feeling my heart thundering in my chest. I smiled, unable to suppress the grin, though nothing about this scene was amusing. 

Nonetheless, the smile remained, staying on my lips as I lifted a hand to my chest. I felt the speed of the organ in my body, felt the shaking of the ground, both above and beneath me. It triggered deep-seated instincts, telling me forward was not the way. I should escape, but even if I wanted to, there was only one way out—only one way to freedom.

However, instead of letting those survival instincts overtake me, I used them to bring power to my body. Tuning out everything around me, I felt the power in my blood rush faster and faster. It felt like something was calling me. Letting my eyelids open, I stared at the sand before me and began walking forward. The sounds came rushing back to me, overpowering everything. I’m theirs, and they are mine. Suddenly, two doors opened before me, letting in a bright light. I pushed forward, and they shouted my name.