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Chapter 1.0[Clipped]
"Pluck."
The word escaped from my mumbling lips differentiating from the small lullaby I was humming to myself for the work to go by faster. I looked down to the rubber gloves covered by these small feathers with hints of red upon them, my eyes glanced over the work I've done so far with the filled burlap next to my feet.
"Peck?!"
"No, I said pluck." I answered to the sound of the fauna that wiggled to itself in a vacant corner of this dreary room. "Think of it as trimming off the unwanted excess of things no one wants." uttering the term with my gaze scrutinizing the sack of feathers.
"Pluck?!" The thing whined while shuffling itself more into the corner.
Sighing my affirmation I continued my job trying to finish so I can go home to my family and at least have a warm meal by night's end. While I finally got the last few pinion feathers off the wings, I went to clean myself up but the thing had to try and have the last word.
"Gift?!"
With a heavy sigh I answered the animal's question. " Yeah they'll be made into some trinkets and used for other things."
"Wanted?"
I shuddered from how human-like it sounded and almost felt a heartache at what we do here. "The feathers are, you're not. We could've gotten them from any bird, you're just the biggest one we had left."
Saying my piece I left the small figure alone hearing it cry realizing its flock is gone. 'You give it kindness without showing hope." The thought came with a tug on my chest either trying to mend the heartache or simply telling me the truth.
I walked with these troubling thoughts and feelings inside myself through the corridors. But got a shock when I felt a hand grasp me.
"Hey Phil, are you going to go with us to Jim's for a drink?" A voice drawled with the boring mechanism of a work day.
Fixing myself from being startled I sighed catching the breath I lost. "Nah not tonight Abe, I want to spend the night with my family."
Hearing him click his tongue in disappointment, he started to walk away from me. "Yeah yeah mister family man I hear ya loud and clear." With a wave he cleared the corner.
With his piece said my mind instantly went back into where it was prior and I was auto piloting myself once again; passing my favorite burger place, Jim's, stopping and getting a drink and gas from the gas station with bad bathrooms. Finally I snapped back and realized I was home when I pulled the keys from the car engine.
The breath escaped my lips before I even thought about sighing from the long day or about the Chil- No the animal that I left crying in its own damnable hell. The pain of my hand cracking against the steering wheel brought me out of my haze.
Forcing my mind straight I finally headed into my home to the family that awaited me all day.
My wife and children; my normal wife and children…
'Geez the view up here is amazing, I wonder how much they shell out for the budget at Beacon.'
The thought was a constant one once I set foot on the bullhead heading to the prestiges school of hunters. State of the art technology, high security if those automated turrets say anything, and not to mention the lovely few of these stormy gray clouds; gotta like the class of this place.
Besides the view of the plane I'm also getting a nice look at my competition. With a slow search I can instantly see the muscle heads, scaredy cats, psychos, and some others of the wanna-be huntsmen in the air with me today.
For myself I knew what group I belong to, I belong to the determined. Certainly didn't do everything in my life to end up as a reject or "unwanted"; no never that word, I've done too much to ever be known by that word.
I sighed a heavy breath to get myself centered again. But then something finally caught more of my attention. Two girls that talked with some air of comfort together in the bustle of this plane
"I hope ma and pa are okay or uncle Dick and Jason." The worried voice of the pale women across the seating area from me was loud in its hush tone.
"I wouldn't be too worried, ya said your dad had connections with the Atlas military, right? I think all of them will be fine." A more fashionable if not paler woman told her in a voice of straight confidence. "Especially if your uncles are how you describe them."
I could easily see the other one fidget in a small anxiety fueled worry, with her what I thought was a bad taste in a cute hat into being actual rabbit ears to droop down to hang low into framing her into the true picture of a sad bunny.
"I know but I simply can't help with how I feel."
I wasn't the only one to find her gloomy attitude worrying since the other women caught on quick as well. "Hey Vel I know ya worried but they sent ya to come to Beacon academy, I think if they were worried about themselves they would've also come along and dump the old place."
With her ears rising a bit the now named woman smiled with shiny eyes. "Thanks Coco, I'm just stressing myself over everything…"
Moving my focus away from what I realized was a more personal conversation that doesn't involve me. While moving away from Vel's personal worries I couldn't help but focus upon mine as well.
The tender touch to feel for the quill that stuck to what to me feels of a shackle around my neck, though in reality only being a necklace that was far from the same restrictions. 'I wonder what you would think of me today. Would I still be loved, cherished, kept; or would it all be the opposite and end up in the same spot in my life I am now?'
Waving the useless thought from my mind I heard the disembodied voice of the intercom telling us to get ready for our landing and gather our luggage.
Leaving the planes walkway I couldn't help but be a lil gobsmacked from the architecture of Beacon from it pristine walls like those of the castles of old, or the well taken care greenery around what it seems to be every courtyard from what I could take from while being in the sky, the intricate clock at the tip of the tower was the coup de grace to the finale design.
'This place is certainly more snazzy than Anima, granted maybe not with some of those old castle's i've visited.' My thoughts go with my memories of Ariamis ruins and Ariandel of the north that's near the city of Argus.
The shiver that went through me when I remember the town of blight for its infamous swamps and poisonous Grimm was palpable compared to the wonder of Beacon, nonetheless the cursed memory was there.
With a sigh to elevate myself I finally took to following the congregation of huntsmen to be to what I can only assume to be the auditorium.
Once we all piled in I ended up near the back and sadly without a seat, so taking notes from some others I took a spot on the wall for myself. Focusing on the thrum of the people chatting along passed the time quickly enough before we started to to the headmaster and vice headmaster of this prestigious school walk to the podium.
One a blond green eye sorceress and the other being one of the strongest huntsmen in the world.
The silvered haired man cleared his throat and started the inspiring speech for all of us greenhorns to hear. "I'll...keep this brief. You have traveled here today in search of knowledge-to hone your craft and acquire new skills. And when you have finished, you plan to dedicate your life to the protection of the people. But I look amongst you, and all I see is wasted energy, in need of purpose – direction. You assume knowledge will free you of this, but your time at this school will prove that knowledge can only carry you so far. It is up to you to take the first step."
It was quieter than a church mouse while he spoke that lackluster speech with an even more monotone voice and once ended murmuring sprouted into existence speaking of it.
'I've heard better speeches from a crying Spearfinger trying to lure tribals into a trap.' The thought came and went from the image of that Grimm in my mind.
Hearing some words from the sorceress about where we'll be bedding that night and telling myself I need the rest from that horrid image. Getting my information for the locker that holds my equipment I began the ritualistic practice of getting ready for bed, and then finding myself a nice little spot in a nook.
My mind was simply a whirl wind that kept draining me throughout this day, many of me adventures but some being even farther. 'Makes it so hard to focus beyond following the flow with these people.'
"Pluck, pluck, pluck. Sink and tumble who lies to thy sun, the abyss circles to find the lost one."
The verse broke through my lips before I could even stop them, the mirthful chuckle that followed was hollow in nature. 'That devilish cult.'
Shuffling into my corner I bowed my head to finally go to bed. Yet without my notice two bunny years twitch hearing my words.