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Waking the Dead
Prologue
7 years ago
She had hidden her Yoki well all these years but training her had cost her. The warrior raised her blade.
"Die" the warrior lunged. As the warrior's sword was an inch from the other's neck she was hit with a force that sent her flying away. She flipped and looked up to see two cloaked figures standing by the one she was supposed to kill. "I have no business with you. Leave I only came for her"
"You want her. You gotta go through us" the first cloaked one said. The warrior took a stance and the two cloaked figures raised their swords. She turned around sheathing her sword and began to walk away.
"You're not going to kill me?" her target said
"With your Yoki like that. No one will be able to find you. You'll be dead according to the Organization's records" the warrior said not turning was soon out of sight.
The second cloaked warrior turned to her companion "How long will it take for your arm to regenerate?"
"A few months."
"Jeez, why'd ya have to go and do that?" the first cloaked one complained.
"If you don't like my decision you are welcome to leave." The other remained silent.
"Well then, we should go inside." The second cloaked one said.
"I guess" the other cloaked one mumbled stalking towards their hut sighing "Who knew she was alive."
"It was quite a surprise for me as well." Her companion said following with the other cloaked figure by her side.
"You surprised? Ya right." The one ahead retorted.
"Be more respectful to your superior" the other cloaked figure scold
"It's been five years. You think my attitude is ganna change now?"
"Probably not" her friend sighed. Then she turned to her superior and friend "You think you'll need help?"
"I'm not a child" she said calmly as they entered the house.
"But he is" the hot-headed one pointed to the young boy bouncing on the bed.
"So you two have do split the chores since I can't do them"
"Aw man"
"Don't complain" her calm friend said
"Why'd we take in the brat anyway?" the question went unanswered.
Current
Above a forest on a cliff were three figures wearing cloaks. One sat with her legs crossed and her hands holding her legs leaning against a tree. Another lay beside her in the grass with the shadow of the tree leaves covering her face. The tallest of the three was leaning on the tree sitting down with her legs in front of her and her arms crossed
"Oi, how long is it 'till we go again?" the one with a tom-boyish hair laying down asked
"4 weeks" her long haired friend said.
"Hmm... I wonder how much he's grown?" their wavy-haired companion who sat cross legged muttered
"Come on. It's only been three months" her hot-headed friend said
"He's hit a growth spurt"
"Pfft. Yea yea"
"As least I can see it happening."
"Are you callin' me blind?" she sat up glaring
"No, just unobservant"
"You pickin' a fight?"
"No, but I'll give you one if you want" she smirked
"Stop it you two" their long haired friend sighed
"Sorry" they mumbled. The short haired one laid back down.
"Say" the wavy haired one began "I've been wondering..."
"What?" her short haired friend asked
"What was our reason for living these past years?" Silence.
"Clyde was." The long haired one finally said
"I suppose" the wavy haired one sighed looking up at the sky. The three remained silent the rest of the day and went back to the hut once the sun had gone down.
She gasped sitting up. Then looked at her hands. Was it possible? No she remembered clearly, she died. Then what was she doing here? She looked around spotting three of her comrades who began to stir. They all woke confused as she was.
The door of the cell opened and a warrior walked in "Do as I say if you want to get away from the Organization" she said swiftly "You have been brought back to life by an experiment to only way to live is to pretend you have no memories and I'll do the rest."
"How can we trust you?" the wavy haired one asked
"You want to see Miria again don't you?" the four girls mouth dropped open in shock. "Just do as I-" she was cut off as the door opened.
"Ah, wonderful" the scarred man commented stepping in and seeing the girls awake. "How are you?"
"Who are you?" the one short hair asked.
He looked surprised "Do you not know me" all four girls shook their head. He smiled after questioning them several times he found that they only remembered their names. "How intriguing. Oh well." He turned to the warrior "Number 8, you will take charge of them here on out. Teach them to fight."
"Yes, sir" Dietrich mumbled.
"If you excuse me, I must report to my superiors" he walked to the door which was being held open by one of his servants. He stopped in mid stride "Take them to old training room and debrief them. Understand? Everything you need is there. Also you've remembered their symbols, give them the right outfit and sword."
"Yes, sir"
"Good" he walked out of the room and the door shut behind him. Dietrich waited a few moments before sighing.
"How do you know Miria?" the one with long hair asked
"I can't explain here. Follow me." Dietrich led them to the old training room. There were four standard warrior uniforms on the ground with symbols on them and unmarked Claymores lay beside them. After they had slipped on the uniforms they stood in a circle and Dietrich explained the situation.
"Out of the twenty-four in Pieta only seven survived" she began. Their faces fell
"Who?" one asked
"Number 6, Miria, Number 14, Cynthia, Number 15, Deneve, Number 22, Helen, Number 31, Tabitha, Number 40, Yuma and Number 47, Clare."
"How did you meet them?"
"Helen saved my life from Riful of the West. Long story short, I stuck around while Helen was healing and got aquatinted with the others."
"Where are they now?"
"Rabona."
"The Holy City?" the one with long hair exclaimed. Dietrich nodded "How did they manage to get in?"
"They saved the city from an awakened being. They have residence there thanks to Galatea."
"The number 3?"
"Former."
"Wait." The wavy haired one interrupted "Before we go on. How long have we been dead exactly?"
"Seven years" they were shocked
"Seven?" one of the calmer girls repeated
"Yes."
"So what are you doing? A spy for Miria?"
"You could say that."
"But why?" the short haired one asked
"I can't explain that. When we escape I'll tell you everything in full detail with Miria." They nodded silently.
"Dietrich." A voice called as the door opened. They turned to see a warrior step into the room. "Daé told me I was to assist you"
"That would be helpful, Nina. You can fight her." Dietrich pointed to the one with short hair.
"Alright" they stepped back to let them spar.
Dietrich got lost in her thoughts 'What have I got myself into? I hope I can get these four out of here safely'
From the shadows near the Organizaion three figures had heard everything Dietrich said. They had been watching the Organization for quite some time now.
"It's begun" one whispered
There's the prologue!
I've probably made it obvious who the unnamed characters are but I hope it sparks your interest!
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