"Your wraith makes me sick..."
Bright blue eyes pear through the cracks in the foundation. Loud noises such as a hiss of crackling fire, the wisp of sound that a blade makes as it slices through air, and the roar of the gathering crowd rushed into the boys ears. "See there son? That's where you'll be goin..."
His fathers sudden voice, penetrating the silence, caused the boy to jump and flinch before facing the grown man. The man himself reflected what Lev looked like. His long blue hair, his bright blue eyes, and even the taste in clothing all resembled Lev in every way. All except age. While most Prophets suite up traditionally, Lev's family could care otherwise.
"When'll I'll be fightin?" Lev asks innocently. "Well...How good could you freeze..." His eyes darted among others until they rested on a small glass of water. "That." He says finally. Lev looks over in the direction where his father was looking and spots the same small glass. With emotionless eyes he slowly lifts his hand and recites a spell his father had taught him. In an instant, the water slowly turns into a cloud white color as it slowly started to freeze until it hit the bottom. The condensation around the cup froze as well. The shearing ice cold drink shocked the person holding the cup and it was immediately dropped onto the ground.
His father chuckles as the guy mutters profanities and slumps away. "Good...Good...I have a feeling you'll be out there very shortly..." his father says with an emotionless gaze. Lev nods and walks with his father toward his house but not without sneaking one last glance at the battle arena.