Unlikely

Chapter 2

"He lives...persistent one indeed...bring him... to pens."

A faint but familiar voice rang through my mind, it was slightly distorted but I could still make out some of the words. I felt my body being dragged, I tried to open my eyes but the light was still too intense. I squinted and turned my head to the sides, I saw two Vandals pulling me. Each gripping onto my first set of arms as they dragged me back into through the doors, the darkness of the room helped me adjust my sight a little better. This chamber appeared to me to be a long hallways that I was being dragged down, I had no idea where I was headed but my body ached. I tried to move my second pair of arms or wiggle my legs, I must have been trampled on by the other fallen when I was down, but that pain paled in comparison to what i felt on my back. Whatever hit me was sharp, perhaps a dagger? I hope these Vandals took it out before dragging me.

What was now strange to me was how I could hear no sounds of other Vandal dragging off others like me. Despite how much I ached I shifted my head forward, hoping to see others but- I saw no one. I sighed as I let my head fall backwards. I knew it was too good to be true, there was no way anyone else could have survived. I am the last, everyone that had accompanied me in that chamber are dead now. I am the lone survivor of a systematic slaughter of my kind, but what I cannot tell is if I am lucky to be alive.

what did it mean to be a lone survivor? How am I alive while others have died around me? These thoughts lingered in my head as I was being dragged. Though they plagued my mind, one thought seem to surpass the rest- that Guardian. My memory recalled her soft features, rounded jaw, pulp magenta lips and shiny hair. All these features i memorized in our few short moments together, but what i remembered the most was those eyes of her's. I have never seen such eyes before, my soul seemed to have shriveled under her gaze back in the arena. My actions then were not my own when I popped her helmet off, I stepped towards her like a fool. What was going through my mind? What was I hoping to accomplish? She could not understand me, so why was I going forward?

My thoughts were interrupted when the Vandal dropped me. The sharp pain in my back surged through my body. I hiss and roll to my side, bringing a hand behind my back to rub the affected area.

"You are lucky to be alive, relish in your ill fate longer." One of the Vandals said as they exited through a pair of doors that closed behind them.

I glared at the door, I knew who those Vandals were- cowards. They were apart of one of the houses that served under the Awoken queen, they were no better then dogs who bow to any master offering a treat. They knew no freedom like I, but how can I say that out loud when I myself am trapped.

"Ha, look who crawls back from the jaws of death."

I flinch at he voice but relax, I sigh heavily knowing very well who that voice belongs too. I turn my head and see a dreg, their armour scheme being that of a green coloration, much like my own.

"Hello Tehis." I say as I get up, or try to.

"Yeah good to see you too, Drekis." Tehis chirped as he helped him to my feet.

He may be just a Dreg but he was strong for one, it would make one think of how he never rose to Vandal. For as long as I have known him he was content with his position as a Dreg.

"Whoa you are getting heavy, loosen up on those prisoner rations next time." Tehis joked as I leaned on him.

I simply grumbled at him as he helped lead him ahead. Taking a good look around this room, I remember it so well. It was a wide and quite spacous as the area was, all around me I saw other fallen. Many were Dregs, some Vandals and a few Servitors here and there; I even caught a few Captains like me skulking around. The large room also had multi doors on each side, personal quarters if you wish to call it that. Here in the Prison of Elders we are given the basics living necessities, but in truth we were nothing but prisoners sent to fight to the death against guardians. Each time a large sum of us were sent out but none returned, until me that is. Tehis lead me to one corner of the large room and sat me down on a crate, he walked behind him and touched around my wound.

"Wow, that was some deep cut! How did you ever survive this I wonder." Tehis exclaimed as he touched around the area.

I flinched as he poked and prodded it. "Don't ask me, now can you bandage it up or not?" I growled.

"Take it easy Drekis, I'm just trying to help." Tehis sounded annoyed with me.

I don't blame him, he has known me the longest and has been a sort of- mediator to me. I sigh and hold still as he worked on my wound. I couldn't see him but I felt his hands on my back as they touch my wound, I felt other strange things touch my wound as well but i dare not move. Though the pain that has rose from the prodding of whatever he's pressing up against the wound was torture.

"Alright!" He exclaimed, I felt a wave of relief come over me as he pat my back and walked in front of me once more.

"I wrapped it up as best as I could. Just try not to bend your back to much." Tehis explained to me.

I nodded in response. "Thank you. I will refrain from doing anything horrible to my back."

"Don't sass me Drekis. I can easily make it hurt more if you push me." Tehis huffed.

"I have no reason to believe otherwise, but I advise against it." i smirked behind my mask.

"Yeah, so anyways- care to tell me what it was like in the arena?" he asked as he sat on another crate across from me.

I sigh and shake my head. "There is nothing to tell about it."

"Aw come on, you're the only one who's come back from the Arena alive. The least you can do is tell your friend what it's like out there." Tehis asked, looking at me with those eyes of his.

I've seen this trick before and I refuse to let it work on me again. I turned away from Tehis, only to see him walk in front of me, staring at me.

"Go away Tehis." I growled and turned away yet again.

He jumps into my field of view again. "Aw come on, why not?"

"None of your Business." I swatted him away this time. I watched him stumble backwards before turning away. I flinch, arching my back as a sharp pain surged through my body.

"Tell me or else it gets worse." Tehis threatened as I felt him drive what I believed to be his fist against my bac harder.

"Argh! Okay." I yelped.

I reach behind me and rubbed the sensitive wound as Tehis walks back in front of me. He takes his seat back on the crate. I sigh and wonder why I even give in so easily.

"Well, it was dark in the room we were crammed in. I saw nothing but the outlines of the others, all eager to fight but I knew it wasn't going to be anything but a slaughter." I began.

"When the doors open, the first thing we saw was the arena, then the guardians. The fire fight began but well, you know me I prefer up close and personal." Tehis rolled his eyes at me but listened.

"It was going well so far, we outnumbered them. I took down a heavy Guardian in the confusion, but then-..." I trailed off, my mind wondered back to that blue-eyed Guardian.

How can see still be plaguing my mind? we only shared a couple of minutes at the most of nothing but fighting and awkward staring. I shouldn't be thinking about her, she's a guardian, a disgusting creature of the light I am to destroy. I should be ripping her limp from limp, crushing her head and- caressing her soft round face, combing my fingers through her hair-

"Hey Drekis, you there?"

I snapped out of it and turned to Tehis. "What?"

"You zoned out there for a second. You okay?" Tehis asked, even though he wore a mask I known him long enough to know when he's worried.

I shook my head. "No it's fine. It's just, I saw something in the arena that caught my attention.

"Really? what?" Tehis leaned in, seeming excited.

"Uh, well- it's... it's- oh how to say this without seeming weird." I stuttered.

How can I figure out a way to explain to him of my odd obsession with this specific guardian. I rubbed the back of my neck and sighed, I came to the conclusion that I can't lie to him nor can I beat around the brush. He'll get the truth out me one way or another.

"After I killed the heavy Guardian, another one charged at me. They fought with a type of ferocity I have knew seen before. They way they danced as they used their sword, you had to see it to truly understand the beauty of their movements." I sighed, remembering their movements in my mind.

"I don't think I ever met anyone who's into sword play like you, but anyways continue." Tehis said, sitting upright.

Rolling my eyes at his comment before I continued. "Anyways, after their sword disappeared I took the chance to knock them back. I didn't realize that I knocked their helmet clean off as well, and- well I guess I just the most amazing creature laying on the ground before me." I turned away, ashamed of myself.

It was unheard of for this type of thing- and for good reason. I turned back to Tehis, I expected something, a shout to out me to the others so they can off me but- nothing. He just stared at me, I couldn't tell if he was silently judging me or what. He then got up and left after awhile, I sighed. If he was going to get the others here then I won't go down without a fight but- he came back.

He carried some paper and a bit of charcoal, I tilted my head at him. He took his sit again positioned the papers in his hand.

"Okay, what did they look like?" He asked.

"What?"

"I'm not going to repeat myself, just spit it out." Tehis sighed like he was annoyed.

"So, you aren't mad or disgusted with me?" I asked.

"It's not my place to judge your weird little fantasies."

"Tehis!"


I might change around this chapter later on. but i hope you like it.