P1
No good of a leader.
I am not hat you would call normal, I am green as the dark grass I walk on, I have no hair like all the heroins of normal stories, I am a young woman, although all laws pointed against it I have had training beyond your imagination, I am what you would call a human like turtle, only allot stronger and faster, I have been trained by the best, in every fighting stiles and I have powers which from the age of three I have been put to training, taken away from my family, not really knowing who they were, there for I do not miss them, taken away to train my special powers, and right to this day I still loose control over them, my name I do not know, but I am called p1, as in project 1, fist in my class of a hundred and thirty, the best and most cunning, the most skilled and bravest, I killed for the fist time at age six, I stood alone against enemy s' and grasped victory at the age of eight, I have always worked alone ore as a leader, although my temper is easily lost in the moments of childish behavior of my team, but now my temper got me in bad situation, my mission was to retrieve a kidnapped prince in the age from 10 to 11, my temper made my team grow fear and all ran away, now I stand alone against some kind of bearlike creatures with horns and blades bigger than the tallest building of my world, I would say, seven hundred and forty meters long, and about two hundred meters wide, although, I am allot smaller than them, scanning there movement from a safe distance, I notice they are slow, and seem to be quite ignorant, there speech is nothing but rumblings, I could easily snare past them if I had to, but alas, the prince is sat in a circle surrounded by those creatures, I with no weapons to handle, broken on my way here, I have nothing but strength and stealth to retrieve this poor soul, oh well at least I'll die trying.
A leap to the circle made the monsters harts jump, but then seeing the small girl in fighting position made them fall down laughing, not being able to stand up again, the black dressed thin but strong looking turtle, stood her ground waiting for the first blow, which never came, she hurried up to untie the young prince who looked scared and almost breaking into tears, she raised him over her shoulders and leaped over the monsters and ran away, then in a good safe distance she placed the prince on the ground not saying a word, made some marks in the dessert sand and than they both appeared in his palace, where his father and mother waited to see if there son was still alive.
Thank you dear warrior, how can we ever repay you.
The voice of the woman speaking sounded like she hadn't spoke for weeks, her son had been gone almost that long, her voice was stiff and sore.
The only thing I need is water and perhaps something to eat, oh and news of my team, I know they got scared of me as my temper got out of control, I want to know if they are alright.
The king looked away from his son for a moment only to point her the way inside the castle doors.
She walked calmly inside and there they were, all eating and drinking the finest whine, all celebrating the fact that she might be dead, although when they saw her, the cheering and singing stopped, all became silent.
I am glad you are all safe, and I know that is not thanks to me, I am not going to take the lead once more, I am only here to see if you are all alright and to get myself water and food, keep celebrating I will be gone again soon.
The cheers started again, singing and clapping and dancing around those fools did, not knowing what was going to slip away from them, sure she was fierce, but discipline was the thing she cherished, discipline and then came skill, if you had discipline you could learn anything. She started to travel east away from the palace, away from her hometown, away from where she learned all what she knew, away from all the people, she was not leaving any friends behind, she had none, nobody to talk to, nobody to listen. After two weeks her supplies were running low, she had not seen a living being since the first week, but then she only saw a bird in the distance sky, she was tired, barely rested at night, she had to keep on going, to where she did not know, but somewhere, away from the place she was not wanted, away from the people who did not want her around, not that she looked different, nobody was the same, all of different makers, all of different color, shape and skin, some were furry, some were scaled, she was just slick, with a shell on her back, her personality was what nobody wanted around, she made her own path, she made the plans alone, they always worked but, still they didn't trust her, she was just a 17 year old girl who didn't know anything of what she was doing, actually she knew exactly what she was doing, she never failed a mission, she always came through with the upper hand. But now she thought she would not, she had traveled for miles and miles, she had nothing left, the third week was coming to an end, no food ore water left for her, she would soon die in this pitiful desert, nothing to see, she fell to her knees, not being able to move any more, the sun was so bright and warm, she started to loose her sight, she could no longer hear anything, she no longer heard the crack of the sand under her feet, she could no longer move, she fainted, and the last thing she saw was the burning sun over her head, but the last thing she heard was as if someone was running to her, then total darkness.