Rachel had been taken away to some strange facility; they had sedated her,
and put her on some sort of table. The table was in the middle of a room,
there was a single light shining down upon her. Five men encircled her,
examining her. Rachel's arms and legs had been strapped to the table,
holding her in place. She was struggling, trying to get away, screaming.
Rachel was only 11 years-old, she had been kidnapped by six strange men dressed in silver armor the day before. Rachel had been at school with her mother and older brother, she was showing them around a little bit, when these men came out of almost no where and grabbed her. Her mother and brother had heard her and turned around in time just to see her being dragged off by the strange men. Rachel had golden colored hair, with a hint of red in it. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of sky blue, just like her mothers'.
'A fine specimen we have received.' One of the men around her said.
What are they talking about? Specimen!?! Rachel thought frantically as the words of the man echoed in her mind.
'Yes, a fine specimen indeed.' Another man said, grabbing her shoulder and squeezing it tightly, Rachel held back a yelp and gritted her teeth, not wanting to give them the pleasure of seeing her hurting.
'She is strong; she knows how to control her reaction to pain.' A man standing farther away said. Rachel screamed and started to struggle. Her wrists and ankles started burning from rubbing against the restraints holding her.
'We have to sedate her or she will hurt herself.' The man closest to Rachel said, holding up a needle and letting a little of the liquid inside it squirt out. Rachel screamed at the site and turned her head away, still struggling.
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'You have been unconscious for a while Mystic.' A strange man said to a girl that was lying on what looked like a recovery table.
'Huh? What are you talking about? Who are you?' Mystic asked, she didn't know where she was, or how she had gotten there. She was a little sore, but she would get over it.
Mystic had white hair that was cut short like a boy's hair. The bangs in the front were long and were nearing her eyes. Her eyes were a dark red/maroon color.
'You were badly injured, and sent to use to heal you. You will be able to return to your training now.' A man from the shadows told her, Mystic had sat up. She didn't remember what had happened to her, all she knew was her name. Mystic knew other things too; all these complicated things and skills that she didn't remember learning, but knew them well anyways.
'You were out for three weeks; we thought you would never wake up.' Another man said from the shadows.
'How was I injured?' Mystic asked the strange men around her. She was looking around, she could tell there were more men watching, but she couldn't see them.
'In a training exercise, your Guymelef malfunctioned, and crashed.' The man from the shadows said.
'My Guymelef?' Mystic wondered, she somehow knew what that was, and how to pilot it, but how? 'I don't remember.' Mystic said foolishly, she really didn't remember, and besides, why would she want to?
'That is perfectly normal; you had to have some surgery. As we said before, you were badly injured.'
'Will I ever remember?' Mystic asked again, she was still very confused about everything, 'I'm so very confused right now.'
'Everything will clear up in the next few days, but some things you will never recover.' Someone said from the shadows, the person stepped out into the light, Mystic could see him very clearly.
The man had aqua/green colored hair, in a mullet. He had maroon colored eyes. The man had a purple tattoo under his right eye in the shape of a tear drop, and purple thin triangles coming out from the corner of his eyes. The other men in the room seemed very angry at the appearance of this man, who was standing in front of Mystic.
'Who are you?' Mystic asked, as she felt a little intimidated by his presence.
'I am Folken Strategos, your commanding officer.' The man, Folken said; he seemed different than the rest of the men in the room, calmer, nicer, not as cruel and cold. 'You will be coming back with me, Dragonslayer Mystic.' Folken continued on.
'Folken! She cannot leave at such a critical time as this; she still has to stay here for a little while longer.' The man farthest away from Mystic protested with out any emotion. Folken waited for the person to say more, but nothing else came.
'It is Lord Dornkirk's wishes that I bring her back with me, now.' Folken said sternly. Mystic knew who Lord Dornkirk was, but she didn't know how, it was so confusing to her.
'If. it is Lord Dornkirk's wishes.' The man in the shadows hesitated for a moment, and then allowed Folken to take Mystic away.
Rachel was only 11 years-old, she had been kidnapped by six strange men dressed in silver armor the day before. Rachel had been at school with her mother and older brother, she was showing them around a little bit, when these men came out of almost no where and grabbed her. Her mother and brother had heard her and turned around in time just to see her being dragged off by the strange men. Rachel had golden colored hair, with a hint of red in it. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of sky blue, just like her mothers'.
'A fine specimen we have received.' One of the men around her said.
What are they talking about? Specimen!?! Rachel thought frantically as the words of the man echoed in her mind.
'Yes, a fine specimen indeed.' Another man said, grabbing her shoulder and squeezing it tightly, Rachel held back a yelp and gritted her teeth, not wanting to give them the pleasure of seeing her hurting.
'She is strong; she knows how to control her reaction to pain.' A man standing farther away said. Rachel screamed and started to struggle. Her wrists and ankles started burning from rubbing against the restraints holding her.
'We have to sedate her or she will hurt herself.' The man closest to Rachel said, holding up a needle and letting a little of the liquid inside it squirt out. Rachel screamed at the site and turned her head away, still struggling.
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'You have been unconscious for a while Mystic.' A strange man said to a girl that was lying on what looked like a recovery table.
'Huh? What are you talking about? Who are you?' Mystic asked, she didn't know where she was, or how she had gotten there. She was a little sore, but she would get over it.
Mystic had white hair that was cut short like a boy's hair. The bangs in the front were long and were nearing her eyes. Her eyes were a dark red/maroon color.
'You were badly injured, and sent to use to heal you. You will be able to return to your training now.' A man from the shadows told her, Mystic had sat up. She didn't remember what had happened to her, all she knew was her name. Mystic knew other things too; all these complicated things and skills that she didn't remember learning, but knew them well anyways.
'You were out for three weeks; we thought you would never wake up.' Another man said from the shadows.
'How was I injured?' Mystic asked the strange men around her. She was looking around, she could tell there were more men watching, but she couldn't see them.
'In a training exercise, your Guymelef malfunctioned, and crashed.' The man from the shadows said.
'My Guymelef?' Mystic wondered, she somehow knew what that was, and how to pilot it, but how? 'I don't remember.' Mystic said foolishly, she really didn't remember, and besides, why would she want to?
'That is perfectly normal; you had to have some surgery. As we said before, you were badly injured.'
'Will I ever remember?' Mystic asked again, she was still very confused about everything, 'I'm so very confused right now.'
'Everything will clear up in the next few days, but some things you will never recover.' Someone said from the shadows, the person stepped out into the light, Mystic could see him very clearly.
The man had aqua/green colored hair, in a mullet. He had maroon colored eyes. The man had a purple tattoo under his right eye in the shape of a tear drop, and purple thin triangles coming out from the corner of his eyes. The other men in the room seemed very angry at the appearance of this man, who was standing in front of Mystic.
'Who are you?' Mystic asked, as she felt a little intimidated by his presence.
'I am Folken Strategos, your commanding officer.' The man, Folken said; he seemed different than the rest of the men in the room, calmer, nicer, not as cruel and cold. 'You will be coming back with me, Dragonslayer Mystic.' Folken continued on.
'Folken! She cannot leave at such a critical time as this; she still has to stay here for a little while longer.' The man farthest away from Mystic protested with out any emotion. Folken waited for the person to say more, but nothing else came.
'It is Lord Dornkirk's wishes that I bring her back with me, now.' Folken said sternly. Mystic knew who Lord Dornkirk was, but she didn't know how, it was so confusing to her.
'If. it is Lord Dornkirk's wishes.' The man in the shadows hesitated for a moment, and then allowed Folken to take Mystic away.