Chapter 1
Introduction: Nobody knows about Millarty's first thirteen years of her life. They were unrecorded and
the only people that knew, her parents, were dead. And her brother tried to kill her. Her name was Millarty Ker'Long, she was an experiment by a rogue guild to build a weapon, of a human. She was built with two pistols, M1911s rather. They were dark with light-brown grips. She also has daggers, built with poison that would kill you slowly. In her young years, it was practical training for the most part, to get her into combat.
Millarty's P.o.V.:
It was around midnight. I was worn-out. I would be forced to only do three things for the last five hours: Climb a tree, jump 6 feet to the next tree, then jump off and fill the target with lead. "Are we finished, Vae?" I asked, panting. I would look at him. He would be guffawing in my face.
"I suppose you can, Millarty. Try to get some sleep." He would smile and walk back to her home. My head was filled with sweat and leaves. My pistols were burning from all the shooting. I dug them into my pockets and started walking to the shed, or my place of stay.
After walking for around two hours, I reached my shed. It was still metal and red with a built in AC. I let out a breath of air, smiling. Although my feet were numbing and my legs were tired, I knew that my bed, filled with memory foam, would be the best feeling in the world with my ass laying down in it. My legs were cramped to the point I felt like cutting them off. I removed my armor off and put on regular clothes. It stunk. The shed, that is. Showering was a no-no here apparently for me. I then crawled in bed, holding my pillow tightly. I went to sleep.
Nalz's P.o.V.
It's been 16 years of me serving in Northwatch. 16 years of the best moments of my life. I met the love of my life, Saelilly there. She was the current commander. I was deployed there under the influence my guild, Demonslayers. I was employed with some soldiers. Porkchop, Zug, Estudio, and a few others. Porkchop turned practically insane and ended up killing himself. Poor guy. We've been defending Northwatch for quite a while from the horde. But.. strange things have been going on. Saelilly would no longer speak to me, but to only stay inside of her tent. Strange. Zug, whom provided us with the BEST weapons, no longer did so. I really doubt that she was spared, well my sister. She has mental problems whilst younger and a Shaman predicted her demise. So I sent her to the Molten Core for her to burn herself in lava. But mind it little, for Millarty is of course, dead.
That's All I really have for tonight. I just wanted to introduce the two main characters of this tragedy. Other chapters will be longer. I promise!
~Sgt Shady