Day One: Evening

[Paragus]

The sun had disappeared under the shadow of the night. The temperature had cooled as well bringing a chill to the trio. The saiyan warrior dropped a bundle of wooden logs in the center of the warriors. His two comrades were each sitting on their own stone waiting for the warm fire to be built. The island vegetation swayed in the gusts that blew by. Para used neanderthal-like tactics to get the camp fire blazing. The dry leaves and grass quickly grew into a roaring flame once the sparks from the clashing rocks fell upon them.

“That should due for a while.” Para said holding his hands out to the flame.

Uno nodded in approval as he stroked his hand along the white back of his furry companion. Talys basked in the warmth of the conflagration while placing another cartridge into his gaming device. Para leaned back and stared up at the darkened sky. The stars began poking out one by one in a light show of constellations. It wouldn’t be long before every bush rustle and twig snap would make Para writhe in fear.

“So I guess we will rotate who stands guard?” Uno asked lifted his shotgun with the hand not pleasing his rabbit. “I already have the gun so I will go first.”

“Sounds good to me.” Talys groggily responded while mashing the buttons of his game.

The last thing Para wanted to do was to stare out into the dark forest and make sure nothing crept out of them. The night was the home to worst kind of hunters.

The saiyan’s mind began to wander, as it normally did when nothing else was going on. Millions of people around the world were tuning in to watch this show. Show was a funny word to use when talking about the Abyss because if you ever stepped two feet on its soil you knew that it was the farthest thing from your mind. To the inhabitants this place was a war zone, a secluded battlefield where only one would walk away with complete dominance of the opposition. Families with children all over the universe were sitting on their comfortable sofa’s eating popcorn begging for the next gruesome death. When those civilians beg for violence, the warriors on Dante pray not to live another day.

Cracking sounds from the burning logs interrupted Para’s train of thought. He rolled over and stared at his teammates. One of them would eventually die and then another till there was only one. The saiyan could only hope that that moment was later than sooner. His eye slowly closed to the soothing sounds of a warm camp fire. Tomorrow would soon arrive to the sound of Karl Jak’s extravagant eulogy and the elderly saiyan would have a lot more opportunities to make the viewers at home happy.