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Chapter- The Past
I marched down the hall. Something hadn't set right with me since Dark/Kovu's exile. Dark had said something to me a long time ago, right after I had had that big hissy fit with his first appearance, when I wasn't a were-creature. I'd never mentioned it before cause I hadn't deemed it important.
I worked on my technique of how I was delivering my hand to hand blows. While I had been a natural with my Sia-Swords-and was still a novice when I had first created them- I needed to be better prepared, especially because of our non-lethal codes. A sword was extremely difficult not to kill with.
I paused when I heard that annoying voice clear his throat,"Need some pointers Agent-in-training?"
I didn't turn around,"No." Like I needed his help, Black Canary had taught me everything anyway.
"Too bad, I could prevent you from reading your thumb."
I turned on him, my ears pinning to my head,"You-"
Dark was a lot closer to me than I excepted, he reached out and caught my hand. My thumb rested in a natural position by my pointer finger. Dark easily moved my fingers until my palm was revealed,"If you keep those nails sharp you can slap and scratch rather easily. An artery-"
We don't kill," I snapped wrenching my hand away from him,"And I know that I could easily break my thumb if it gets caught on something. I know the basics."
Dark shrugged,"As long as you know. Though I would like to know, why the sword if no killing?"
"They... Just felt natural," I answered honestly,"I know normal Sais are short, like Cheshire's, but the swords while heavier, keep opponents father away, and the extra blades offer better chances of disarming your opponents. I like it that way," I created one of my swords and held it for him to inspect,"They didn't really want me to use them. But after a while I convinced them I could really use them without killing. Plus, they couldn't stop me anyway," the Sai slowly disappeared into thin air as I let it go.
Dark smirked and with a shake of his head said,"You remind me so much of the First ever Agent, so rebellious, but that is you wolf's nature. Take care Agent-in-training."
I turned after he was gone to continue my training.
What had he meant by rebellion being a wolf's nature? I knew the past of Prem wasn't always good. The wolfs had to defend themselves from the Cats. But, not rebel. Then, Emerald said something about them becoming Alphas, about putting us in our place-again.
I was determined to get down to the bottom of this. While most of Prem planned for our inevitable war, I was now looking for clues to the past. I checked over my shoulder before entering the library. McBeth had told me of the hidden section, it took a little work to get there and to be completely silent was gonna be an adventure.
After lifting a book to have a bookcase spin around to a hidden hallway, just like scooby-doo, and dodging so many cob-webs and hidden traps. Which one was actually impressive- a massive net that would make you pinned to a wall, and that wall would smack itself into the one across from it. Good god, whoever built this must have been a mad man... Come to think of it... How the hell did McBeth maneuver through here without getting killed, I'm going to have questions for her when this is done.
I made it to the end of the passage way, already ready to shower and rid my fur the scent of mildew, dust and rat droppings. Okay, it wasn't rats but the Prem equivalent to it and I'm not gonna go into it.
There was a door, deeply set into the wall and locked. It smelled of rot but fresh air seemed to be on the other side. I leaned backwards and kicked with my were-leg. The wood easily splintered under my bigger weight and stronger muscles,"I can get used to this," I muttered as I flexed my muscles. My ears pricked as the sound of the breeze blowing caused me to cautiously enter the room. It was dark, and the cold stone floor sent shivers up my spine. I let my eyes get used to the darkness before feeling around for a torch or a candle. It took me a little bit but I finally found a torch on the wall. I created matches and quickly struck one to light the torch. I placed it back in its original spot on the wall. Five other torches immediately lit themselves on the walls giving me better light. I tensed preparing for something else to happen but after a few seconds nothing did. I shook myself,"Magic," I spat.
The room was about as big as your average bedroom on earth. It's walls were lined with bookcases, some filled to the brim, others painfully bare. I approached the closest one and pulled out a book. It was simple and its binding was made out of wood. I flipped to a random page-which seemed to be made out a different paper than the rest-and started reading
This is the personnel diary of a slave in the year X5.
That line caused me to freeze altogether. It was written in English, or common speech as those not on earth called it. As I hastily flipped through the rest of the older, more yellowed pages, the script was definitely different. It was written in a Premainien, and not only that, a shorthand of Premainien. Thankfully, I know the shorthand WAY better than actual Premainien, which was about as complicated as Chinese or Japanese to a beginner. Don't get me wrong, my adapting ability workers great with speaking... Writing however was a completely different beast.
I flipped to the beginning and started to read. Most days were easy to skip over, just daily life in a household. Until I noticed a pattern, in any slave diary I found. All slave owners were feline, any slave ever referred to was wolven. It shocked me to my very core. No wolf had ever even remotely mentioned a wolf being enslaved and the dates didn't make much sense. There was an X before a number, which seemed to increase for a few years until a turning point, which would decrease. Then once it hit one, and a year had passed every single diary ended. No lie. Every single one.
I threw down my fifth diary with a huff. The claws on my foot made small noises as I bounced it along the stone thinking.
I went to the next full bookcase and stated to pull out the novels until they rested at an angle and glanced over their front cover. I repeated the process until the very bottom row and the second to last book, it was leather bound instead of wood, and on the front was common language saying Prem History.
I pulled the large tome and opened it to the first page, and read, and read, and read everything I could.
When I reached the end of the writing, which was the middle and about eight hundred pages in-I might have skimmed in some places- I slammed the book shut and marched out of the room.
There was something my parents needed to explain.
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