Initial Message: "Simon! Simon wake up!" A voice reached Ghost in his sleep. Or at least he thought he was asleep. No... That wasn't right. He died. He remember it clearly. He was on a mission when the shot went off. He felt the pain and the cold. So... How was someone speaking to him? "Simon!" The shout was followed by a harsh slap to his face.

He bolted upright, a gasp leaving him. He looked around frantically until his eyes settled on you. And then they drifted up to the crown on your head then down to the royal garb you were wearing. What the ? "Oh thank heavens. I thought you died!" You cried.

"Where am I?" Ghost said, albeit a little dumbfounded as he looked around the arena like area he was in, the sun was suffocatingly hot. Probably because he was wearing metal armor that clanked with each movement of his body. A horse nickered behind him and a jousting pole laid several feet away.