Author Note: THIS IS NOT A LEMON AND NEVER WILL BE. This is completely random, I just thought of it out of the top of my head, flamers can go flame themselves. Also, we have already written the first 9 chapters so any suggestions will not be added till later. Enjoy!
The Psalm of Teaching
Listen ye unlearned dogs
Listen ye to light and truth
Listen ye to ancient power
Listen ye to credent proof
Learn the lessons of obedience
Walk the path that's set for ye
Do what needs to learn th' lesson
And kneel in thy devoted adherence
Chapter I
POV: Fàté
What a beautiful day! The sun is shining, the birds are singing and I'm just sitting in my room with my AI talking about dividing by zero! If only every day could be this perfect! A mild breeze blew in through the only open window—even though all my walls were windows.
"Heheheh, that boy is poking around in the rice fields again," announced the foot tall, holographic person. I looked up from my math journal at the AI. Like all AI's, her figure was a shade of blue but her look was one of a kind. Dark, frazzled hair and crazy, wide eyes hidden behind nose-bent glasses; the lab coat she wore had many rips and tears that seemed like a beast had gotten a hold of it. A true mad scientist look. "Shall I spring the nets? Ooh! Or maybe the shrapnel launchers?" This AI had been with me since I was seven years old but she went slightly rampant after the first year or so. But the fact that she was a smart AI created without military recourses was a feat all its own. Especially being now eight years of age and hasn't destroyed herself.
"Now, now, Muffin. He's just curious as to how I set up such advanced mechanical devices that surpass my other designs." The AI crossed her arms and disappeared. Clearly she was upset that she couldn't at least cause the boy some misfortune. Only an AI with such a unique personality and the name Muffin would be upset over not being able to harm someone.
"Curiosity at age sixteen is highly unlikely, especially at the work of a girl one year younger than he is."
I cut the AI off. "So your suggesting that he's snooping around just to get in my pants?"
"Precisely."
I chuckled quietly, just as my door opened and two people walked in. Muffin had disappeared back into her console, and I slipped her portable carrying device into my pocket. I chimed a cheery, "Hello, Mother!", like any good daughter would. It's not like I didn't love my mother, but her "guest" made me throw up my defenses.
"Fàté," she began, her voice cracking in grief, "I'd like you to meet someone." I turned around in my office chair. Ah, Dèjá, my lousy mother, had tried her hardest to get the best for her daughter. But even human greed would get to the woman with the sleek black hair tied behind her in a ponytail. Her moss green eyes were rimmed red with tears. The poor owner of a rice farm couldn't say no to her own life and the huge amount of money that was offered to her.
I gave a warm, but completely false smile at the man who thought I was completely clueless. But charades were not my forte. "Yes, that would be Forge, the slaver that has offered you life and $250,000 for me to be sold as a slave because of my exceptional intelligence."
The man raised an eyebrow in awe. He was certain that I was as smart as he had heard. He shoved my mother out of the room as the rest of his crew swarmed into my bedroom. I stood up slowly as some of his goons pulled out ropes. But they hadn't seen the thin, clear string that was clasped between my fingers. With a slight tug, nets erupted from the ceiling and trapped the group. They shouted in shock and anger as I leapt out of the open window behind me. My rain boots rhythmically clashed with them moist ground, following the path between the rice patties. The setting sun cast my shadow far across the flooded fields. The jungle was my best bet of staying hidden. I did have some traps set to keep the slaver occupied.
I took a left at the next path just as a heavy truck turned onto the main path. Quickly, I pulled Muffin's portable disk out of my pocket and commanded," Activate all traps as soon as they are in range. Injuring is, of course, permitted."
"Ha! That's the only way!" The AI replied, just before shrapnel exploded into the truck, efficiently popping all the tires and knocking one of the men out. He was probably dead from the combination of the shrapnel and the fact that the truck was probably going about 90mph. I didn't look back after that because it would slow me down. Soon, I broke off the path and into the dense jungle and dodged the multitude of branches, roots and vines. I slid across the moist ground by a tree, lifting up the vine covering. I yanked out the backpack and slid my arms through the straps. Just then Muffin flashed onto the portable disk in all her mad scientist glory.
"Slipspace rupture detected."
My eyes flashed down to the AI and exclaimed, "What?"
She giggled, "Just kidding! The slavers have entered the jungle. Shall I spring the traps?"
"Please," I said as I began to jog forward. There was a whipping sound and somewhere behind me, men started shouting.
Someone yelled, "Get them down from there!"
I laughed quietly as I continued forward. Sounds of traps springing kept my footsteps company. It was humid outside and I tacked my white hair behind my ear. It had been a very light blonde before but it had become lighter and lighter as time went long. But my black streak that went down the right side of my hair hadn't changed since I'd been born 15 years ago. The only normal part of my appearance was my slight tan and five foot six height. Even my eyes were abnormal. They're both neon green, or as I like to call them, radioactive green. Quite nice, isn't it?
After about an hour of jogging I finally got to my destination. I stepped out of the tree line and to the edge of a crater. The crater was a crash site of some Forunner artifacts from a long time ago. But they had been removed and taken to the Cote d'Azure museum some odd years ago. Though both the artifacts and the city were long gone.
I took a deep breath and stared into the almost hidden sun. It was time to set up camp and I knew exactly where, too. I was about to continue my walk when an air disturbance took my complete attention. It looked like heat rising off a far away surface. Before I thought to run, someone grabbed me from behind. I instantly started to kick and scream, trying to loosen myself from the persons grip.
"Quiet, human!" a voice barked from thin air, not quite like anything I had ever heard.
I didn't want to stop screaming but the rough edge of the voice and the word 'human' just made me curious. In front of me, the air shimmered and revealed a Sangheili warrior, or as we call them, Elites, standing where earlier had been the shimmering air. I stared in shock at the alien as something stuck me and blackness enclosed me.
