Okay, so I know you all have already read Envoy and everything and are probably wondering why it looks different...the reason for that being...I'm revamping Aura Kingdom, changing the chapter's and overall making it look more professional. I reread it a few month's ago and was cringing at the way it looked, so I'm revamping my, what was truthfully a three year project, and making it look better. ^^
Well, I hope you all like the renewed story, nothing was REALLY changed but some things have been added and I hope everyone likes it even more. ^^ Enjoy! Miss Maria, you know what to do.
Maria: "Right, Maria65 does not own Aura Kingdom, or any of it's character's. You'll know who we mean if you've seen the game. Enjoy everyone!"
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It was snowing outside the small, metal building of what looked to be an abandoned warehouse, but was much more than it seemed. Inside were a bunch of researcher's, and test tubes, computers littered the room as did cords and wires. Behind that room, separated by a sound proof wall, were what looked to be people training, their noises muffled to not disturb the researcher's, and behind that room was a medical room, a bunch of people littered the beds in there, and some were just leaving after being looked over.
Suddenly, another stretcher came rushing in and went to the ER. A black haired girl was placed on the table, a breathing mask over her face that showed pain; scars covered her body. "Damn, the only one we perfected and she's about to die on us!" One guy shouted and typed into a computer, bringing up her file and what they needed to do to save her. Another man turned toward her after grabbing a few items. "Quickly, start the blood transaction." He said to a nurse, who nodded before he turned toward another doctor. "You, get an IV!" He said and the doctor nodded, running off to grab the necessary items.
He heard the girl whimper and turned toward her, blue eyes softening. "Calm down girl, we're helping you." The man said to the girl, holding her hand tightly as she squeezed his. The girl couldn't speak, focusing on keeping the pain at bay. The girl whimpered as the pain soon overcame her mind…when suddenly…she heard someone. "Let me help you." A calming voice, that belonging to a young girl, spoke. The girl stopped whimpering as a soothing feeling overcame her body as she glowed blue. The medic's gasped as her scars disappeared, as the glow brightened a bit more...then she opened her eyes that glowed blue before turning gold.
The light left, leaving her body new and she groaned as she sat up, before a nurse left to grab some covers when she shivered. She looked up and they were surprised that her eyes were gold instead of blue like they had originally been. "A side effect of being an experiment?" A nurse questioned the main doctor, and he nodded. "Yes, but it can't be helped." He said with a sigh as the nurse who left returned, putting the covers around the girl. "After all, she's the only perfect one, most likely to live the life-span of a human." He said, his voice suddenly getting excited.
"At least this is the breakthrough we needed! We don't need to have a wife or husband to have children, we make people!" The doctor said, his excitement noticeable before he left, most likely to get the director. The nurse who placed the covers around the girl watched him, before she hummed. "Can she speak?" The nurse asked, walking toward her; looking at the black haired girl with purple eyes. The black haired girl looked up, seeing blonde hair before her and she cocked her head a bit, confused. "I don't know…let's try this though." A doctor, one with dark blue hair stated; giving the girl pen and paper.
The girl looked at the paper attached to the clipboard, before she tried to hold the pen. It took a few seconds but she eventually held it the way she felt comfortable and looked at the paper, confused of what to do. This confused the nurse. "Maybe she doesn't know what to do?" She suggested and the blue haired doctor hummed, crossing his arms...that wasn't the reaction they expected. "Kind of like a newborn child, so we're going to have to teach her stuff." The nurse said and was about to take it away, when suddenly she felt the point of the pen touch her skin; pushing down hard to give a warning.
They all looked at the girl only to see her trying to glare at the woman and the girl shook her head, saying no. The woman retracted her hand slowly and watched the girl as she began to write. "This is amazing, she does know how to write. But…why can't she speak?" The blonde haired nurse questioned, rubbing her hand. The girl stopped writing as she looked it over, before nodding and handed it to the doctor who took it and looked it over, before he chuckled. "Well, maybe her vocal-cords aren't developed enough, we did just finish her after all and she is the perfected one." The doctor said and read the paper, yet the nurse was unconvinced.
"But still, even the unperfected ones can talk and all but her…" The nurse trailed off seeing all the questions written down on the paper, there were ten to be exact, each numbered. She looked to the blue haired doctor when she noticed his shoulders shaking. "Well, at least she knows numbers." The doctor said chuckling. An hour passed before the Director walked in, the black haired girl looked at him as the others bowed. "So, she's awake." He said simply, before looking to the blue haired doctor. "You, go alert the tailor's to get an outfit ready for her." The Director said and the doctor he spoke to nodded, leaving to do as asked.
The Director looked at the girl, before folding his arms. "Do you know your name?" He asked with a gentle tone, the girl went to speak but nothing left her mouth. Frowning in confusion, the girl tried again and seemed upset when nothing worked. "Hm, she can't speak?" The Director questioned, before the girl punched her knee. Her voice was hoarse but when she spoke, she shocked them. "What's my name?!" The girl suddenly demanded, glaring at those around her. She cupped her throat afterwards, shocked at the burn that affected her and the Director noticed. "Her voice is hoarse, give her some water." The Director said and the blonde nurse nodded, grabbed a small cup and filled it with water, before handing it to the girl.
The girl seemed grateful and drank the cup, she sighed as the water soothed her throat; her expression softening. "Your name is Ex-Sixty Five, as you are the sixty-fifth experiment, and-!" The Director was cut off as she snapped her head toward him, confusing on her face. "Sir, if I'm human…then why are you saying something about experiments?" The girl asked, shocking him with her intelligence. The blonde nurse shifted side-to-side, nervous. "That is true sir." She spoke softly, grabbing a clipboard. "If we make them, shouldn't we at least give them name's?" The blonde nurse asked, looking at the girl softly.
The Director hummed, she had a point that was certain. It was awhile before she was named Maria, after the Director's second daughter who passed away a year ago due to sickness. After the Director left, the blonde nurse walked toward Maria-Sixty Five who looked up at her. The nurse raised the covers, keeping them over her shoulders a little. "You need to get some sleep, so lay back down." The nurse said, and Maria-Sixty Five nodded, laying down, falling asleep.
Ten years later: The black haired girl, Maria-Sixty Five, sighed as she sat down in a chair, watching the others train. Her gold eyes scanned the training arena, watching various different experiments training in their own class. Gunner, Grenadier, Duelist which is what she was, Bard, Sorcerer, Ravager, Guardian, Wizard, Ranger, Brawler, Ronin, Crusader, Shinobi and Reaper; each was unique. The Gunner's used dual-pistols but Maria-Sixty Five didn't like guns, they were too loud; holding one made her feel horrible as well as she saw what a bullet could do. Grenadier, she couldn't get the canon to work so that was a no-go in her list. The Grenadier was too heavy also, she had trouble lifting the canon and when she did shot it, it blew her back.
Duelist was her class, using twin blades and she loved the way they feel. The swords were slim and easy to use, she was used to being fast and that's exactly what the blades required of her. Guardian's used one-handed swords and shields but she didn't like the simply sword, she also didn't feel like carrying a shield everywhere. Ravager's were scary to her, using giant axes and she always screamed whenever one brought a new axe back, those things were huge!
Bard's were…different she guessed; using musical instruments to attack people but they all knew healing spells and Maria-Sixty Five, herself, had been healed multiple times by them. Sorcerers and Wizards were very similar in her eyes, except one used books and the other staff's. The only difference was Sorcerer's delved into dark magic, while the wizards used elements.
Rangers were bow users, not able to wield a gun as they didn't like them and the canons were too heavy! She didn't like the fact that a ranger had to always buy new arrows. The thought annoyed her. Then there were the Brawler's, a class that used claws as their weapons and they were quick and light on their feet, like the duelist. Then there was the Ronin's, they was quick and fast, very similar to Duelist's but they were more sturdy, they weren't stronger, relying on a thin katana.
Crusader's reminded her of the Guardian and Ravager, combined! A sword but they were as long and as big as an axe; she often heard them called Holy Swords. She wasn't surprised though, whenever they trained she could've sworn she saw angelic wings appear at their back. Shinobi were ninja's...that's all there was to it. They used Kunai's and Shuriken's, whenever the attacked an odd shadow would follow them before another ninja seemed to help them.
Last but not least were the Reaper's, who used scythe's and were able to summon demons. For some unknown reason she found herself scared of them, though she didn't know why, the Reaper's were actually nice people...despite the small demon's she saw them summon. Whenever they did that, she felt her body convulse and she would turn and run away...she had the urge to attack the Reaper's and she didn't want to do that in fear of being destroyed.
Sighing, Maria-Sixty Five sunk into her chair a bit more, bored out of her mind. Looking behind her, she saw what looked to be other experiments in class and she snickered softly; she had passed with flying colors, yet it seemed some were still in there. "Hey, Maria-Sixty Five!" A girl's voice shouted, making Maria-Sixty Five jump. "Huh, Maki-Ninety Nine?" Maria-Sixty Five questioned as the pink haired girl ran toward her. Maki-Ninety Nine had short pink hair to her shoulders, in a bobbed style, with bright green eyes; she smiled mischievously at Maria-Sixty Five.
She had a pair of claws on her gauntlets, which she sheathed as she fixed the strapping's on them; she was a brawler. Maki-Ninety Nine giggled as she finally fixed the strapping, looking at Maria-Sixty Five. "Hey, I was looking for you." She stated and Maria-Sixty Five cocked an eyebrow, confused. "Why?" She questioned, sitting up straight. "You know I'm usually always here." Maria-Sixty Five said to Maki-Ninety Nine. Maki-Ninety Nine was made way after Maria-Sixty Five, yet she seemed older as she looked to be eighteen, while Maria-Sixty Five was fifteen years old, literally.
The unperfected experiments had no real age to be determined, while Maria-Sixty Five, being a perfected experiment actually had an age. She was five years old when she was taken out of the test-tube and had looked to be five years old, on the brink of death as her tube shattered due to too much energy in it. Maria-Sixty Five sighed at Maki-Ninety Nine as the girl sat beside her, before a voice spoke in her head. "Are you alright?" A voice asked but Maria-Sixty Five ignored it, pushing it to the back of her mind. She had constantly heard a voice since the day she was created and she believed it was a side effect to being an experiment, so she ignored it.
Though the voice was consistent, Maria-Sixty Five usually had her mind on other things and right now they were focused on why Maki-Ninety Nine was looking for her as the brawler never explained why she was looking for her. "Hey Maki-Ninety Nine, why were you looking for me exactly?" Maria-Sixty Five questioned Maki-Ninety Nine, who jumped. "Oh, that's right!" She exclaimed, jumping up and turning toward Maria, smiling. "The Director is looking for you, said something about another mission for us to go on." Maki-Ninety Nine explained to Maria-Sixty Five, who sighed and stood, Maki-Ninety Nine standing with her and following her.
Later: Maria-Sixty Five growled as she walked through dense vegetation with Maki-Ninety Nine following as well; growling as she got some of her claws stuck in the plants. She was keeping her claws unsheathed as they walked through the area, having been attacked by various beasts. They had been given a mission to defeat a monster that had demonic powers of ice, causing the environment to change. Maria-Sixty Five stepped on something cold and slick and screamed in surprise as she slipped, falling down on her back. "Ow…" Maria-Sixty Five groaned, trailing off as she sat up, rubbing her back slightly. "Maria-Sixty Five, are you okay?" Maki-Ninety Nine asked as she walked toward Maria-Sixty Five quickly and helped her up, having heard her scream in surprise.
Maria-Sixty Five nodded, being careful as she stood. "Y-yeah. Why would someone leaving ice here?" Maria-Sixty Five said, before looking forward and her jaw dropped as she saw nothing but ice covering the rest of the path they were walking. Despite the beauty of the ice clinging to everything and making it all sparkle, it still annoyed her because that meant the path was going to be a bit harder. "Looks like we got a slippery journey ahead of us." Maki-Ninety Nine said, growling in anger. "Yeah, no kidding." Maria-Sixty Five said, sighing as she walked ahead, Maki-Ninety Nine following behind slowly as to not slip.