No title Yet Chapter 1: I've got red hair too. (Part 1)

Amelia began to sweat. Her feet began to itch as the tiny rocks she was standing on scraped at her skin. She tossed her hair over her shoulder; a nervous habit, since she knew her hair would be flying everywhere in short order. Absent minded, she deflected yet another oncoming blow from her opponent. Her hair fell in front of her face. Her opponent saw this as an advantage and made a daring all or nothing leap at Amelia; he didn’t know her very well. Amelia easily side stepped the attack and her opponent continued onwards past her, slamming into one of the rounded walls of the arena. I wonder how everybody else is doing. Amelia thought. Then: I should probably get my hair cut again. It’s getting in the way while I fight. Of course, she was given no break to think all of this. Her opponent made advances the entire time, slashing, stabbing; all sorts of ridiculous attacks that Amelia would only expect from the absolutely least experienced fighters.
She flicked her hair again and, frustrated far beyond a controllable amount, used one of her daggers to slice off about three inches of her hair. The soft crimson locks drifted slowly to the ground. It looked out of place against the rough floor of the arena. She kicked her opponent. There. Much better She dodged another oncoming blow, and countered with a sharp jab from her elbow. It kind of looks like blood when it’s covered with dirt there on the floor. She looked down at her fallen opponent. Oops. Guess I hit a little too hard. The arena gates opened, and she left.
It was raining, so Din Took was staying inside. Of course, so was everybody else in the country since they all probably enjoyed living too much to take a step into The Rain. Much to his dismay, however, he was stuck doing sentry duty. “As if anybody would have even the slightest notion to come here while it’s raining” he muttered to nobody in particular.
“You’d be surprised”, came the unexpected response. Arthur Tiro patted Din’s head playfully. He stood a good foot-and-a-half taller than Din, and was incredibly muscular. Next to the slim frame of Din, his build appeared even more ridiculous than it already was.
Din swatted Arthur’s hand away from his head, running his fingers through his hair in a vain attempt to return it to its original filthy, yet neat form. “Yes” Din said “I really would be surprised if anybody were out there. I doubt anybody could survive ten seconds in the rain, let alone walk all the way from one of the other Gray Areas.” He turned around and sat back in his chair. The two were unlikely friends. Din one of the smallest people living at The Library and Arthur being the biggest. Also, Din was not only rather short, but of a small build as well. Arthur on the other hand could probably lift twelve times his own weight, which is a lot considering his weight. The joke around the library called the pair Biggie and Twiggy. Although insulting, the pair took their names as a compliment.
Arthur walked over to Din, kicking his shin to force him to stand up again. “The Grey areas really aren’t that far Din. You know that. It’s not like we haven’t made that journey yet” Arthur said, pushing Din back to his designated spot of standing watch for the day. Of course, Din couldn’t catch his balance after such a shove. It was unlikely that anybody could. He fell onto the floor. “Oops” Arthur said.
Din rubbed his shin. “Oww!” He said “You definitely didn’t need to push so hard!” Din stood and gazed out over the landscape. He squinted in disbelief. “Hey, Art...Do you see what I’m seeing?”