The Tournament 03: The Puzzlebymadam_noe©
Even when I walked back to my bags and took them to my bike I searched but he was nowhere to be found. The question that haunted me was wondering if I could have done the same thing in his position. That wasn't the puzzle, no, what really made me wonder was what if I wasn't the hero I thought?
What if there was a better champion, better gods than those who'd abandoned me, waiting? What if I wasn't supposed to win?
I gassed up, overpaying, and hit the dirt track heading northwest. And I drove, and drove until that question faded. It faded, but it didn't disappear.