*Saoirse*

The pounding of my heart matched the frenzied rhythm of my boots across the sand as I weaved through the throng of bodies, one hand to my belly and the other not-so-gently moving people out of my way. The arena was alive with the electric aftermath of combat. Their cheers and shouts were a far cry from the jeers they had thrown at my husband not too long ago.

Finally, I cleared the crowd and found myself at the edge of the arena. And, there, in the center, ...