AERIS LEGACY
Chapter Two: Enter Aeros
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A girl in pink was praying somewhere.
Up from nowhere, a silver haired man descended,
heaving the slim blade of his sword through her.
Though wounded, the girl did not cry out.
The man with long silver hair raised his head
and smirked at another man, who had spiky blond hair. The silver haired
slid his blade out of the pink-clad girl. She collapsed in the arms of
the blond man.
As the girl died, her lips moved, but no words
came. I left two... she seemed to have said.
A brown haired boy sat up in his bunk. He'd been having this dream for
a week. It always ended like that. But two what?
A muscular man with a red face and red hair, in
a red uniform to 'match' his complexion strode into the room. "GOOD MORNING,
MEN!!!"
The others in the room quickly sat up and yelled,
"GOOD MORNING, SIR!!!"
The unfortunate ones who overslept were roughly
roused by the loud banging of a metal trash can.
They all quickly dressed in their uniforms and marched
down to the mess hall.
"HURRY YAR SLOW MOVING ASSES!!" Sir yelled at them.
As the brown haired boy walked past him, Sir muttered,
"Aeros, I really don't know how you got to be First Class; you're so damn
slow."
Aeros gave Sir a mental glare and a string of some
very nice words under his breath. He also saved some for the food, which
did not resemble food at all, but a lump of wiggly tan stuff.
As Aeros sat down wondering if anyone had died from
this before, a massive shadow fell over him. A large man sat down next
to him. "Hi Rotundo." Aeros said. Rotundo returned the greeting and clapped
Aeros on the back of the head, sending him face first into his oatmeal.
Sir had to come by at that exact time. He yanked
on Aeros' short ponytail, which was at the nape of his neck.
Aeros yelled and sat up straight, his face covered
in goop. Sir shook a finger in Aeros' face. "WAKE UP, SOLDIER!!! I AIN'T
GONNA HAVE YOU FALLING ASLEEP HERE!!!"
Sir walked away, muttering something about stupid
soldiers.
"Geez, I'm really sorry," Rotundo said apologetically.
"I didn't know Sir was gonna come over."
"It's okay." Aeros muttered. "Sir hates me. I'm
glad to be leaving today." He wiped the caked oatmeal off his face, and
stared at its counterpart in his bowl.
"Hey, are you going to eat that?"
"Go ahead." Aeros pushed the object of his disgust
towards Rotundo.
As they were dismissed, Aeros turned left out of
the mess hall as everyone else went right.
He walked to the office. The spiky haired SOLDIER
slapped a few papers down on the desk in front of the secretary. "I'm leaving."
The secretary nodded and shuffled through the papers.
Aeros left the office and hurried to the bunks where
he gathered up his few belongings in a bag. He changed from his SOLDIER
uniform into a black jacket with a dark green t-shirt underneath and baggy
black pants. On his feet were the same brown boots.
Doing a mental check, he hurried to the weapon rooms.
On the rack was his Saber Blade. A long slim sword, almost as tall as he
was. He sliced the air for practice, then sheathed the sword over his back.
As Aeros stepped outside the building into the sunlight,
the door behind him swung shut and then opened again. He turned around
and saw Sir.
Sir leaned against the door. He looked Aeros up
and down. "Leaving, eh?"
"Yeah."
"You know," Sir said, lighting up a cigarette, "This
place is probably going to be pretty boring after you leave."
Aeros blinked. What?
"Well, I won't keep ya." Sir flicked the cigarette
at Aeros' feet. "Good luck."
Aeros stared through the door at the departing figure,
then shook his head and turned away.
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I really hope I didn't take anyone's ideas. THIS IS AN ORIGINAL FROM ME. ().()
