Hope
for Lycan, always Bruised and beaten, he lay on the ground with his eyes closed, breathing heavily. The dust clung to his lips. His left eye started to swell, and his ribs ached. “Does anybody claim that defend?” asked the ringmaster for the third time. Funny, he thought, everybody said before you died you saw your life flash before your eyes, and all he could see was the inside of his lids. But he felt, quite intensely. Against his better judgement, against his experience he felt what all doomed to die did feel. So It was, after all, he reflected with surprise in some faraway, detached part of his brain that took to observation, in a way true what everybody said: his life indeed flashed before his eyes, ran backwards and landed him in the realm of feelings he hadn’t experienced since he turned six. He hoped that someone would come and rescue him....
