…Night of the new moon.

It was perfect for me; without the moon's light, and the only illumination coming from the stars, I could easily stay hidden. It was almost pathetically easy to sneak in the city. I smiled to myself as I realized how much less paranoid they were than us.

I dashed across the streets, avoiding any obstacle that would cause too much noise, or any shed of light from a house window. I made sure to stay hidden completely from sight.

I came to a large building in the center of town, and I smiled again. I brushed my midnight hair back into place to keep it out of my way during my mission. I snuck along the edge of the building, scourging for any small opening. I was tiny (damn it) so it wasn't too hard to find. I settled for a small window. I jumped through, rolling into a crouch and searching for any signs of life.

I heard a jerk of a door and jumped back into the shadowed area of the room. He looked around warily and I held my breath, keeping my eyes on him. He walked across the room slowly, reaching the other side. He began mumbling to himself as he opened it up, but all I caught was 'going crazy' and 'stupid noises.'

I grinned suddenly; this man was just so clueless.

I dashed for the door, closing it silently, and followed the man; making sure to stay quiet, so that he didn't have any more reason to go looking for me.

I hid behind the corner, and watched the man make his way to what I assumed to be where my 'target' was located.

…Oracle knights' headquarters.

He opened the door and I made a move to catch it before it closed, then snuck through. I looked around to see what looked like a maze of hallways and stairwells, before settling on continuing to follow the man.

I followed him to a door—identical to all those around it—and I briefly wondered how they could tell it apart from any other door. He knocked quietly—cowering, I noticed—and quickly it flew opened.

A tanned man, with his bronze hair swept up into a ponytail, opened the door. I assumed he was interrupted in his slumber, since he was clad in a pair of pants and no shirt.

Wow, old shirtless guys; not at the top of my things-I-need-to-see list.

"What?" The man seethed, pulling me out of my thoughts. The man I had followed cringed at his tone, before answering—albeit very hesitantly.

"I-There wasn't anyone there Commandant, I was mistaken. I apologize for the false alarm." He then bowed respectively, his hands shaking.

"No, it's alright," The older man—the commandant, I thought with a smile—replied, "It's good to check these things, false alarm or not…"

Taking advantage of my position, I pulled out a small pistol, beginning to aim.

"Intruder!" I pocketed the gun at the voice, and whirled around to see a soldier pulling out his sword. I cursed under my breath, before dashing for the shadows. Taking a quick look at the commandant, I saw him gritting his teeth angrily.

I couldn't help but laugh lightly before dashing off to find a hiding place. I quickly found a large room—what I assumed to be some sort of training room, and hurried inside. In the pitch darkness, I didn't know where to turn, and searched blindly for a wall.

My hands finally came in contact with a cool surface, and I climbed up the smooth surface quickly using the ridges in the cement. In my hurry, I failed to calculate the height of the ceiling, and I my head came harshly into contact with the ceiling.

I suddenly became light headed, and struggled to keep a hold of the wall. I reached out blindly, before latching onto a hanging light, and settled myself on it, hidden from view.

I hear the soldiers voices—they seemed to multiply like rabbits—and curled into my hiding place, still having trouble staying still with my feeling as if I'm flying.

Damn headache.

There was clanking of metal and a hum of voices, before I realized they were leaving. I jumped down, landing soundlessly on my feet. I landed awkwardly, and nearly winced as a wave of pain was sent up my back. I shook my head—big mistake as I realized it only made things worse—and blindly tried to grip onto reality.

I ran carefully through the halls, dodging any possible sighting of a soldier. I didn't make it too far before I started seeing black boxes in the corners of my vision.

Cursing quietly, I realized I had to make this quick. I pressed my ear up to a random door and heard nothing. Desperate and feeling faint, I opened the door silently, and looked around.

It was dark, but I could see the messy bed and the clothes strewn around everywhere. My brow furrowed as I figured this was one of the guard's rooms, and they had left to find me.

I would've left and tried to find somewhere else just in case, but a figure outside the window caught my attention.

…Right Outside.

No armor.

No guards.

…Was the Commandant.

I pulled out my gun and aimed through the window, I got a clear shot…

I'd love to say I shot him and he dropped dead but of course—fate despises me—it didn't go that way.

"Drop the gun or die here and now…" A cold voice demanded from behind me, pushing a knife against my throat. I couldn't make much out of the person behind me, but I knew it was a boy, and he had to be young—not much older than me. I didn't think the Oracle Knights' had members even close to my age of thirteen.

Of course, the tone of his voice made him seem older, not to mention the total void of emotion he possessed in his tone.

I gripped the gun tightly, wondering if I could just shoot anyway. If I died it wouldn't be a big deal—I wouldn't be too missed.

"I said drop the gun." His voice was hardly over a hiss now, and I unconsciously began dropping the gun. Halfway through lowering my weapon, I smirked.

Aiming it backwards, I pulled the trigger and shot him in the leg.

With a yowl, he lowered the knife and I took the advantage to start to run. I didn't make it even two steps before I felt an iron hard grip on my ankle and I fell forward. For a split second, I completely lost touch with reality and the room was spinning terribly. I grabbed a knife, pinning his sleeve to the floor and jerking my ankle free.

I stood shakily, but hurriedly, and made a move for the door. I just reached the door when I felt a stinging pressure on my neck.

In my last moments of consciousness, I pictured what my Lieutenant would say to me at this point.

Pathetic, Luella, He would drawl, you've failed us again. You have no more second chances.

I fell blindly, finally giving in to the feeling of faint.

This wasn't good.

Okay, I now have my first chapter in first person, buuuuut the rest are still being written…just a warning to anyone who is just starting reading, if all of a sudden the point of view switches from first to third, it's because those chapters haven't been edited yet.

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