CHAPTER 105 – A Bitter Twist

Ryan I was seated on the stage, the cool wind slipping fingers into everyone's hair. and tossing it about. The day dawned with long clouds streaked with lines of purple, pink and brilliant orange. Shelia Timber, in a gray plaid suit that matched her cold eyes, addressed the last ten contestants standing. The crowd held their breath, the air thick with anticipation. I rested easy in my chair, arms crossed, as Shelia Timber's voice rang out over the assembled crowd. "Welcome to the final trial of the Luna competition. Our brave participants will face each other in a battle of strength, skill, and wit." The crowd erupted into raucous cheers and applause, their excitement a living thing in the crisp morning air. I watched Shelia, noting the way her steely eyes swept over the contestants, appraising each one with a critical gaze. She stood tall and imposing, her gray plaid suit a stark contrast to the vibrant hues of the sunrise behind her. As the noise began to die down, Shelia waited