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“Another one?” Autumn groaned with an irritated expression across her tanned, freckled face as she watched her older sister stuff a backpack with a sleeping bag, snacks, and her rather tiny sleep clothes. “You had a giant slumber party just a week ago. What’s with all the parties all of a sudden?” “My friends and I have our reasons,” Annie stated smugly, straining to close the zipper on the white bag. When she finally got it shut, she spun around on her heal happily, ruffling Autumn’s auburn hair as if she was a pouty toddler. “It’s pretty annoying,” a third familiar voice ad

Chanting crowds. Pounding music. Clashing weapons. Frightening war cries. Blaring, deafening sounds that rattled through Amora’s skull as a battle of the ages was fought in the translucent white shield-encased ring below. Any louder and she felt that her ear drums would burst, but that was just all part of the whole experience. She cheered wildly along with the rest of the packed coliseum, her voice resonating above all others around her. She wanted her superstar in the ring to hear her over the rest of the booming racket, notice how much she adored her, looked up to her as an inspiration. That superstar was Kyru, the young kitsune warr