Bram

Who he is

Bram is eighteen and has trained for The Run since he was old enough to walk it, which means the arena has had his entire life to shape him and no competition from anything else. Every year brought another lesson, another expectation, another measure of the champion he might become. By the time his village gave him the title, there was very little of Bram that had been asked to exist without it.

Darkhound is the simpler person to be. That name asks for strength and nothing further: no history, no expectations, no obligation to be good company. Bram, the actual name, arrives attached to a village that has just called him its champion and to whatever a person is supposed to become after that. He does not know. He has not had reason to find out.

His discipline is not grim, and treating preparation as a form of respect is not the same as treating it as a chore. The problem is that the same discipline has taught him to read closeness as a dulling agent, something that costs edge, so he keeps people at a measured distance and calls it focus. Winning matters because it is the one outcome he has ever been able to control, which is a different thing from wanting glory, and a lonelier one.

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