Chapter One: Morning Noobs!
Phyre awoke to the soft sound of knocking. She looked around sleepily and noticed that morning light was seeping in her windows. She made herself mildly decent and called out in a ringing voice. "Come on in!" the door to her tiny hut in the trees creaked open and her only brother, Silas, came into the room. He walked over to her messy bed and sat on the edge of it while giving her one of those 'looks' of his. Suddenly the events of yesterday rushed back to her like the tide to the shore. Her memories then hit her like a ton of bricks.
Jet called out to her in a silky voice from across the treetops, " Phy, can you take the new recruits this month? Smellerbee and I have to finish up...stuff," She naively replied with a hasty "Sure thing Jet, leave it to me!"
Phyre clutched her forehead, leaned forward placing her elbows on her knees and let out an involuntary groan. Silas gave her a look that said 'You brought this on yourself, there's nothing I can do now,' She lifted up her head and asked him, "What time is it?" His response only included a small head nod pointing to the small sundile outside the door, only viewable though a small window. Phyre turned her head slowly in the same direction.
She then jumped about three feet in the air. Frantic she started to change. She almost had her shirt off when she realized Longshot was still in the small hut with her. She turned her head toward him, to see his slightly blushing face staring into nothingness. They may have been siblings but they still weren't THIS open with each other, after a second of silence she started shrieking at him, jolting him out of his daze and sending him scrambling silently out the door.
She quickly finished changing, grabbed her short-sword and set it in its sheath on her belt, then slid her throwing knives up her sleeves thinking gleefully of different ways she could frighten the new recruits for making her have to wake up this hurried out of her hut, briskly leaping from tree to tree. During a brief stop at the kitchen. She saw that some newer members were being reduced to peeling leechee (sp?) nuts. At the sight their sour faces she let loose an light, little, giggle before snatching a warm roll from a tray being carried by an older member to the serving cart.
She congratulated herself on a successful thieving while using the pulley system to lower herself to the forest floor where the training grounds she walked she dreaded having to teach the snaky new recruits. She bitterly bit into the roll and sighed in pleasure from the warm buttery taste. She had five more minutes of walking before she would reach the training grounds and remembering how late she already was she hastened her walk into a light jog. When she arrived some other recruits gave her a small wave assuming she was another fellow recruit almost late for class.
Phyre walked slowly into the training ring. All the while looking around at her temporary students. She finally came to a stop in the middle of the circle. Still gazing at them while they muttered to themselves. She let her gaze linger on the occasional cute or strangely dressed student. Then she saw the weirdest group of them all...
Her eyes had came to a stop on a young boy about her age with a shining bald head, and sharp gray eyes like steel that still a happy kid like glow to them. He was dressed in odd clothes that were orange-ish yellow in color, and he had strange, blue, arrow, tattoos on his head and hands. He also had a weird staff, thing leaning against the rock he sat upon. Around his shoulders was a small lemur like creature. Baldie for some reason kept staring intently into the girl's face, she was right next to him but he acted almost as if he hadn't found all the details in it.
The girl, had long, dark, chocolate brown, hair that was pulled into a neat braid with two little loopy things up front. She was dressed in blue and white robes that kept her completely covered. Phyre wouldn't have known her skin color if she hadn't looked at her face. Her dark tones complimented her dark, deep, blue eyes. She was gesturing wildly and was doing a horrible job of trying to keep their conversation private. Her attention was not focused on Baldie though, it was on the young man on the other side of the bald kid.
He looked about the age of 15 or 16. He easily could have been Brunette's older brother. He was dressed in blue from head to toe, had dark colored skin, and bright blue eyes that reminded her of a snowstorm. A little strangely, he kept casting suspicious glances at the other recruits. The entire time he kept whispering angrily to the bald one and the young girl.
Realizing that there was not only a girl that looked a little weary standing where an instructor normally would. He also saw her intently staring at the trio and he quickly hushed the younger two of the group, worried that she might have overheard quickly averted her gaze to the others. After a few minutes of tense silence.
She then heard a someone say in a slightly louder than needed voice "Who's she?" with a cocky, who-does-she-think-she-is-tone. Phyre whipped her arm around, facing the voice while aiming above the speakers' head. Her hidden throwing knife embedded itself into the tree trunk behind the voice. She then looked at the origination of the sound and she saw a boy with blonde hair, and green eyes. Eyes that were wide with delicious fear.
She gave him a hard look, then looked around her once more and told them, "My name is Phyre, you however will call me Sensei or I will set the hog-monkeys on you. I was asked to come and teach you today by a dear friend. So you maggots are stuck with me, for this entire month! So put your weapons and other things away and lets learn some hand-to-hand combat,"