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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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*Aeros is pronounced "Air-oh-ss".
I really hope I didn't take anyone's ideas. THIS IS AN ORIGINAL FROM ME. ().()