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"I will prove myself!" Niveem said, facing up to her father. Her father scoffed. "A failure like you?" He said, almost laughing. He sat on his throne, holding his trident and looking down at his daughter with only her stone spear. "How about this. I'll fight you. If you lose, you'll be exiled. If you win, you get the throne." "I'll do it!" Niveem said, confident she could do this. Her father stood up and walked down to the arena below. "Let's go then." He readied his trident. This would be an easy battle.
