Raven's Story
It's been a really long time since I last wrote a chapter but I'm trying to get back into the groove. Anyway, this chapter is very short and personal not as good as my others, I may redo it, depends on what all of you think. Please Review!
Disclaimer: Do we still use these things, it's been soooo long. If I wrote a disclaimer in any of my before chapters, it's the same now!
Here I was, a Peacekeeper. I felt the power I held within my grasp, coursing through my veins. Evil, uncontrollable evil, choking away all that was good with me away, which wasn't much.
I felt in my hands, the sheer strength to crush a windpipe beneath my cold fingers. To watch the blood seep out of a crushed head, that I had dealt the fatal blow to.
This is what I wanted. It was my dream, had been my dream for a long, long time. To be the best Peacekeeper I could be. I was fearless, strong, not compassionate, and a tyrant.
When I first came here, there was no sympathy for me. Everyone had a sad beginning of life. I heard so many of them, I became unemotional to even the worst of them. I stop telling my own story. It didn't matter anymore.
That's when I began to push all of my "friends" away. I knew I wasn't going to succeed with anyone just wanting to be better then me. I betrayed anyone that seemed like they were going to betray the Peacekeepers.
I was alone. I had nothing else to do but train.
I trained harder than anyone. I hardly ever ate and slept for four arns, at best. Eating and sleeping, were nothing to me if they were compared with my goal.
Training was all my life was about until one day when I was the only one training. The rest were asleep, it was just me and my resident trainer. I had been alone with him many times but it was different this time. I didn't train a lot that night.
This night was the first time I realized how cold I was. I felt no emotion afterwards.
I no longer trained a lot at night.
My goal is to destroy the Peacekeepers.