Amras ga kill
Waitwat98: if you are reading this, wow . your still reading huh, thought I lost you
Amras : you could get on with this you know, my backstory, not that you wrote it very well.
Waitwat98: with that attitude I'm surprised Im still writing you. I wrote you into this world I can just as easily write you out.
Amras: you won't your too lazy
Waitwat98: true
Reader: get on with the damn story!
Waitwat98: ok, ok doing it, doing it
'Great running, running ,running, running. With this girl that seems to be all I do, away from guards, store owners, and men screaming "give back my brothers money" or something similar whilst I dragged an unconscious girl who reeked of alcohol through the streets scalding walls and diving down alleys, but this time she is sober and we are being hounded through the streets by the guard. We had pick pocketed one of them now we were sprinting for our lives.
We race down narrow alleys and burst though market stalls and houses as shortcuts but it is all futile, these guards are determined. Eventually I realised only one of us could possibly escape "Shit, Leone go I'll catch up" she looks back at me her short blond hair pulled back by the wind. I threw a rucksack filled with our supplies at her and offer her a smile. We both know I'm lying.
Her eyes beg me to keep trying even though we know we can't in that single moment we had a whole argument and I turned around and I hear her footsteps race down the narrow alley I don't look back even though I wanted to.
I take a breath, the alley is narrow I should be able to hold them for at least a minute, more than long enough for her to get away. Hard to think all this in 10 seconds and the guard are upon me.
Two days later I haven't seen light since they dragged my abused body, body it looked more like a mangled corpse, through the gates to the prison. Now the cell is opened and I am dragged through the filthy corridors, my bare feet trending on sharp stone, puddles of either blood of human waste.
I am brought to the mess hall and thrown into a group of other prisoners, from what I could tell no one knows what is happening. We are shoved in some direction by the guards to some unknown fate. My nose inhales clear air, wait that means we are heading to the surface? Are they going to have Zank execute us?
These thought race through my mind when I'm shoved to a desk "number" a clerk looking guy demands I give him my prison number then something familiar is roughly shoved into my arms. My backpack, filled with my grandfathers books, they mustn't have looked through or they would have been confiscated. Why are my belongings being given back to me anyway?
Before I can ask I'm forced outside and into a carriage with iron bars and finally sone answer is given to these events " you are now soldiers under command of commander alan bs'tard who has been tasked with taking the fortress Kyrat in the eastern territories and you are a part of his Noble -" at this point I stop listening, they want us to soak enemy cannon and gun fire whilst some rich Noble brat who used his influence to take charge of the battle then stride across our corpses to a a weak and weary enemy and he is celebrated in history books.
A week of traveling later in the cramped conditions of the prison wagon wagon sickness and heat killing some of the other prisoners, I barely survived the ordeal barely copious when the wagon finally stops at our destination.
In front of us is the fortress Kyrat dominating the landscape it's proud walls bearing the marks of battle, scratches and parts of the top of the wall jagged from cannon fire. I don't get long to look as a flag is forced into my hands and a soldier drags me to the front of the other prisoner who are wielding pikes looking like they are about to crap themselves.I am fairly calm, if I am to die so be it and then an office yells "company forward" company we are still in prison rags but still we are marched forward. Into a world of blood, death, limbs,and obscenities.
Two years later I'm still surviving I now have some equipment, a assault rife, a short sword and experience, My grandfathers books have been read and learned I knew how to profile, and some basics of rifle and sword fighting thanks to them. I live in a cramped tent near the front lines every day 'criminals' are deliver to replace those that died before them the fields around Kyrat now made of blood and bone over the solid sandstone it is built on.
People have taken those who have been here a while stayers, stupid name but it's accurate I mean I stayed here not like I got much choice if I try and leave I'm shot by the actual army who are waiting for deserters.
stayers are easy to spot we carry ourselves differently, we generally have better equipment and clothing we looted off the battlefield from our fellow and enemy combatants dead bodies.
I'm worried the unending death and cannon fire on our heavily exposed camp should not bore me but it dose all the stayers are bored. A cannon ball passes in front of my face and lands a few feet away a number written on it '12' "number 12 gents pay up" I call in glee and other stayers inspect it themselves before forking over coins into my palm. Cannon roulette a symbol of our boredom, a while back one of us noticed crashed cannonballs were being collected and fired back at the fortress and then returned to us so they got the idea of writing numbers 1-32 on some of the iron balls of death and we bet on which would be returned to us first I was getting pretty good at it.
I was charging forwards my rifle tiring bursts of lead into the walls of the walls sometimes finding their marks in the chest cavity or skull of an enemy, we are through the walls of the fort but like many times before we are going to be driven back through the gate my blade coated in blood and the barrel of the rifle is burning hot.
Then a large man rounds the corner wielding a huge shield "so your the only here huh, guess my luck ran out, not as bad as your I guess" I just stare back at him and he smirks at me "prepare to face the might of my imperial arms" this guy was overconfident but with reason that was an imperial arms, but I kept my composure.
Before the man spoke again I rushed him, even if he was an arms user HE was still mortal and that shield can't help movement, outsmarting and outmanoeuvre him seemed the best option, I also needed to end this quickly so he couldn't use the arms power.
I brought my rifle to bear as I ran full tilt at him and fired, hot lead spewed at the man who stepped back not expecting me to go on the offensive but defensive was his speciality. His shield absorbed the lead and a wave of energy shot back at me launching me backwards, so that's his trick, energy from damage is stored then released with devastating effect I. Lucky he wants to toy with me so he's keeping me alive.
I leap to my feet and rush at him again this time I jump and run across the side of a wall, over his shield and stab down with my sword. Blood seems to explode out of the entry wound in his neck into his eyes looked into mine in disbelief asking how had he been beaten. "Your shield can absorb damage however you are vulnerable due to slow movement." The light has left his eyes and he slumps forward and I pull my sword out and land on the ground in front if him. I look at him for a second before turning around the sounds of battle are getting further away and a trumpet resounds 'retreat'.
After I turn around behind me a man appears from the shadows he is wearing a jacket with hundreds of pockets and a leather strap from shoulder to waist.
-The next day
"Amras Arcamenel" the name resounds through the camp and I respond immediately headed to its source before me are two men both wearing brown leather armoured jackets covered in pockets as well as a leather strap across there torsos from shoulder to hip. "You Amras" the one on the left asks
"Yes sir" I stand at attention, it's clear that these guys are military, I have to show them respect or risk my neck.
"How would you feel about a change in unit?" He asked cryptically
"Sir?"
"I saw what you did during the last assault, I was impressed but you still have potential so you are combing with us"
"Where?"
"To join the strike archers don't worry you can keep your current gear but you will get a new jacket and have to wear one of these he said pulling on the wide strap" and just like that I was moved to a more secure camp and over the coming months I was trained how to fire a bow on the move accurately, throwing knives and special explosives like the flash bang, flare, smoke grenades.
One year later and I was sitting with the rest of my squadron, an actual squadron instead of a rabble of prisoners, when something fell from the sky into my hood instinctively I reached behind me to grab an arm buts grabbed thin air and I slowly began to reach into my hood the other archers were highly cautious some groaning their weapons as I pulled something soft and feathery out if my hood and in front of me.
It was a black bird with already fearsome talons and sharp beak but it looked pitiful, small and weak. Although the feathers were soft I could feel bone beneath and no muscle it was probably malnourished.
As I held it in my left pal. I poked it to see if it was alive, at the first poke it leapt up in my palm and started scratching at me . I quickly wrapped both my hands around its wings pinning them to is sides until it calmed down.
"Easy easy" I soothed the creature "dan pass a strip of meat" holding out my right palm keeping the other restraining the creature, my eyes never left the bird. A cold, damp weight on my hand told me the meat was in my hands and I held it between my fingers in front of the bird after a few minuets the bird finally took the meat into its black beak.
"Aww your like its mommy" dan piped up but I ignored him and released the bird from my grip when it fluttered onto my shoulder on the strap. "If you wanna sit there I'm not going to stop ya" I said to it and reached down to my meal. When I raised a piece of meat to my lips it suddenly disappeared and the men around me giggled like schoolgirls as I tried repeatedly to eat then I noticed there was a blur of black and my head spun to the bird with a piece of meat hanging out its beak. The next hour involved me restoring half the camp trying to kill the bird and when I collapsed from exhaustion from screaming it Just sat on my chest mocking me "bloody bird, ha ha, I'll call you corvo" then I passed out
-one year later
I was hunting for meat with corvo when suddenly a huge danger beast crashed through the woodland. It was big, fangs as long as my arm easily twice the size of me maybe more and it's jaws were centimetres from me, it was the end I wasn't fast or alert enough if I could redo anything at that moment I would have been more aware. But I wasn't I braced myself for death. A screaming caw resounded through the area and a high black danger beasts body ripped through the others body leaving only blood guts and broken bones in its wake.
I gazed in awe at a giant black bird with blood red eyes that sat in the carcass of the original danger beast as small black feathers rained from the sky. It was probably an upper class danger beast. it looked at me as I drew my bow tilting its head an action I recognised Corvo doing whenever he didn't understand something. "Corvo?" I asked cautiously lowering my bow slightly. Slowly the beast receded to the size of a large bird to corvo's size and the bird sat there pecking at the organs of the danger beast he had just ripped apart like tissue paper.
I decided it was best no one knew that he was a danger beast but once he is properly trained and people are used to him maybe he can take on that form, but in the meantime I wonder what else he can do?
-present
I idlely open my note book and turn several pages looking over what I learned about my friend.
Corvo:
Upper class danger beast
Personality: cheeky/brash could be classed as a joker.
Able to;
Switch between forms 3 times a week.
Fly for 72 hours without rest in either form.
Larger form can carry 2 tonne of weight, smaller form can carry my equipment if I left it behind (weapons, grenades,ect)
Destroy an enemy defence tower by smashing into it when large.
Harass and distract enemy's in combat when small.
Take out other upper class danger beasts (ground only).
I can 'pilot' him when in larger form much like riding a horse but without reigns and I can also do this whilst firing my gun and bow (provided no sharp movement is made by corvo however if I make him turn this only partially affects accuracy)
I learned a lot about corvo, my eyes flitted down to the cigarette in my mouth long since burned out and I replaced it once again inhaling the nicotine filled smoke. Hard to think I became top rank in the strike archers even more so I was now part of the jaegers. Corvo fluttered onto my left shoulder
"We should've to sleep, I got a feeling tomorrow is gonna be... Eventful."
A/N: is it me or is my writing getting worse but I hope you are enjoying this, I will be updating at random points and I know I said that I would try and keep the plot around the anime but I decided I will probably keep some things the same but I think I will change most of it. Oh god this chapter is badly written but at least the backstory is out of the way