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Back To The Days: Organization Knight
Organization Knight is simply described as a real life hell, literally. There's fire outside and inside every tent, a huge fire pit in the middle that's not made for campfires and smores, and a leader who's face hasn't ever been seen. I mean, NEVER. His own mom didn't see his face. Some say she died because of the evil ora around her baby, others say she died because of blood loss. Anyway, half of the other members, unlike me, are dead. Their hearts were filled with so much hatred, rage, and need for vengeance in life that when they died, they became a different type of Nobody called Blacksouls. I'm very much alive, but sometimes it doesn't feel that way. My name is Scarlet and... I'm lost. I lived in a wealthy family, I am an only child, and my mom and dad are too. Sounds like a good life, well the wealthy part at least. Not. My parents got mad at me for some reason and kicked me out. I tried to go back and almost got killed. I'm never going back there again. I wandered around town for a few years. My parents never even let me out of the house so I was always lost, beaten, and hungry. Then one day, Zara came and found me. She brought me back to camp. I've been here ever since and I hate it! Like I said, it's a real life hell. Now, enough about the backstory. Let's get on to the real story.
I reported back to Creepy Boss Man(my nick name for our leader) and walked into the tent. Zara looked up from her bed on the other side of the black tent. She was writing some thing but closed it as soon as I walked in. "You okay Scarlet? You seem depressed."
I set down the hammer that I named Pick Hammer and looked at her blankly. "I'm just... Confused on the stuff we do here."
Zara walked over and saw the deep scratch on my arm. "You got a nasty cut there."
I turned away from her and sat on my bed. "So? It's not any different from training."
"Give me your arm." Zara said in her motherly tone. She has been looking out for me like that. I reluctantly gave her my arm and let her do her magic. Literally. She wrapped her hair around the part of my arm the was still bleeding and whispered some magic words. The blue streaks in her hair turned gold and I felt my wound closing. It stung for a second, then went away.
"You never cease to amaze me with that." I smirked.
She chuckled and said, "Get some sleep. Training starts at sun rise for you." She moved Pick Hammer off of my bed and walked over to her bed in the back of the tent. Zara was a senior member so she didn't have anymore training day-to-day like I did and yet, she was younger than me... I curled up in my covers and shut my weary brown eyes.
A calloused hand shaking me woke me up. "Mommy, I'll feed Davis in five minutes." I rolled over and continued my dream about my brown stallion with a black mane I had to leave behind.
"Wake up Scarlet! I'm not yo' mommy!" A gruff voice woke me up.
My eyes shot open and I fought back a blush. "Whoops."
"Just shut up and come with me." I saw the 6 foot 10 inch man walk out.
"God, why'd I get stuck with the meanest guy in the whole Organization as a mentor?" I mumbled and walked out with Pick Hammer. The camp was thrown in darkness like always. I could see the slightest hint of light through the top of the interweaving branches in the Knight Forest. It was pretty dim so it must be around sunrise. "Why does training have to be so early?" I mumbled crossly to myself. I walked out of the army-like lines of tents big enough for two mattresses that we call camp to the field just outside the forest.
"What took you so long?" I heard a gruff growl.
"Well excuse me for not being fully awake at sunrise!" I glared at him.
"Get used to it Scarlet."
"It's kinda hard, Scar!" I yelled up at the unshaven man with a dark brown mullet and nearly black eyes. He had a scar that went from just above his right eye to the bottom of his left cheek, giving him his name.
"Let's just get started." He glared. We backed away from each other and faced each other with our weapons ready. Did I mention that training is fighting for real? Scar leapt at me with his sword, a long blade stained red with blood and a dragon handle. The head of the dragons each were coming out where the handle ends and the blade begins and they had matching scars to Scar's scar. I barely dodged but he anticipated my move. He landed on one foot and turned as soon as he landed. He struck again and I used my hammer side to deflect it. A loud TWANG rang out and the blade bent ever so slightly. Scar looked at his favorite blade with horror and me with rage. 'Oh no...' I thought. I put up a shield of my powers and began to run. Scar was a huge guy who was also well built. When he's ticked at you, three words: write your will.
"Scarlet. I should be mad, but you did well. Using your hammer to-" He took a gulp to calm himself. "-to fracture your enemy's weapon. Nice job." He managed to crack the most pitiful smile I've ever seen in my life.
"Thanks." I walked away. I heard the rustle of the grass and before I could turn around, Scar shoved his sword through my lower back, not puncturing any vital organs though.
"Never turn your back on the enemy. Lesson #1." His breath smelled of alcohol and his voice like the hiss of a snake in my ear.
"You..." I breathed. Was my head supposed to be this dizzy? I felt him sling me over his shoulder and carry me back to camp. I'm surprised he didn't feel Pick Hammer banging on his back the whole way.
I heard Zara's muffled cry in the back of my mind. Everyone knew she was like my mom so they didn't care. Even though most of the time, they would burn someone alive if they showed any weakness even in the form of emotion. See, that's what the giant fire pit is for. Scar dropped me heavily on my bed and walked out. I heard Zara pull out her secret supply of water to heal my wound. I wrapped my head for the hundredth time around this life. All of the treasure we get is given to Creepy Boss Man, we could die in training, and it's almost no different than a solitary life... Why am I still here? Oh yeah, if you leave you'll get hunted down by the other members and be burned alive and when you're barely alive they hang you... Can you say ouch? "You can't be so reckless!" I barely heard Zara fretting over my slowly healing wound.
"Blame Scar. He's the one who doesn't know when he's going too far." I mumbled.
"This whole system is stupid." I heard Zara breathe.
"What do you mean?" I groaned in pain as I sat up.
"I mean this whole training program. Who would let their own apprentice die during training?" She emphasized the word training. More like spat it.
"It's survival." I was getting an edge to my voice.
"Not it's not! It's insane and reckless! Why do you stay here?"
"I want to get out of this life threatening place! I'd go the first chance I got... But I have nowhere else to go. Better to live in agony with at least one friend than in agony alone." I calmed down from my random burst of anger.
Zara's eyes softened and she sat on my bed with me. She moved my brown hair out of my face and whispered, "There's always someplace to go. There's always somewhere for someone like you and me." She got up and beckoned me to follow. "Come on. It's time you learned about my past."
"What past? I thought you were born near here." I recalled the first story she ever told me about herself.
"That was a lie. The other members were listening." She looked both ways after sticking her head out the flap to enter.
"Where are we? On a road? For the love of all things Knight move!" I shoved her out of the door flap. She landed with a grunt and got up and away so I didn't step on her.
"God! Don't show any respect why don't you?" Her eyes had a slight shimmer of playfulness but always kept the same two emotions: pure hope in one and great sadness in another.
"Yeah, you should respect your elders." I shot back.
"Actually, I'm older than you." She turned serious.
"What do you mean? You're sixteen and I'm eighteen."
"Correction. I've been in a stasis lock for one thousand years."
"What the heck is a stasis lock?" I gave her a confused glance.
"It's like a long hibernation." She explained.
"So what does that mean for your past?" I looked at her with more curiosity than anything.
"In truth, I'm a princess, Aidan was my prince, and Axel was my best friend." Zara said.
"Zara... You've got some 'splaining to do."