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Chapter 7: The Military Authority’s Advancements
May 31st, 2013
Bombarding foot steps echoed through the dry grasslands of the west as Auran military troops stormed the plains. Most were just regular men and women with basic equipment. Guns, knives, ammunition, a couple of grenades and food supplies to last the week or two. That was all the time the Auran army needed, anyways, to complete their mission. The army, which was comprised of roughly 1,000 soldiers, was headed by General Clent Akolite, distant cousin of Shadow Akolite and the fair lover of Makayla Winehouse. Clent had served in the military for the past four years now and was of similar age to Shadow. With dirty blonde hair, deep brown eyes, and a well toned body, he was quite the handsome man.
“Stop and rally at the small hill up ahead,” Clent's deep voice rumbled to his soldiers. After the command, the soldiers made hand gestures and signs to tell nearby soldiers the new orders. This style of communication was ideal to sneak attacks. They couldn't be loud with orders, and electrical communication was still being innovated, so old traditional methods were still highly used.
As the soldiers closed into the hills, their foot steps grew incredibly softer. Clent and a couple of his close by men and women grew under the hill quicker than the others. Waiting for a majority of the army to be behind the hill, he crawled up with a couple other soldiers to peer over the horizon. Up ahead was the small city of Gong. It had been reported by the Military Authority that the area had weakened in rebel control during the past conference. Clent had volunteered to take a small but elite group of soldiers to retake the city. Accepting the idea, the MA gave complete authority of military activity in the West to Clent.
“Bring me the binoculars,” Clent ordered. Within moments, the Auran woman to his right rolled down, pressing her thin dark blue uniform against the grass. She immediately came back with a good pair. Holding it to his eyes, Clent peered into the city to observe numerous outposts with what appeared to be manned by rebel soldiers.
“How do you concur we take the city back? It seems like they outnumber us, sir,” The woman said.
“Do not worry about that, Private. We have more experience and skill, taking the city back will be easy. It is all in matter of strategy, my darling,” Clent said, his voice hushed. He gestured to the man next to him to pay attention.
“I will create a tunnel into the ground to lead to the entrance of the city. The tunnel cannot go into the city, since the rebels must have at least one earth mage on the spot. While the tunnel is being made, you,” Clent pointed his finger to the woman, “will be taking half of the army into the tunnel to surprise the soldiers at the entrance. Do not worry about the signal, you will be able to hear my call.” Clent explained. He ripped off some grass in front of him and drew a circle with his finger. He then drew the Christian Cross in the middle of it. A few ancient Galushian symbols were written in the space before dabbing the middle of the circle with blood Clent drew with his pocket knife.
“You, pretty boy,” Clent said in a flirting manner towards the male Private, “will lead the remaining soldiers with me. When the tunnel's construction is nearly complete and the soldiers are in, I will take out the outposts in the front of the city. That is where you lead the soldiers to charge forward. Do not yell, do not scream a war cry, simply charge forward with your guns drawn and fire at any incoming targets. If they use civilians as shields, tell the soldiers to fire at the rebel soldier's opening points and immediately pull the civilian aside to give the final blow. Tell the soldiers to be careful as possible; we want as little casualties as we can achieve.”
A big grin grew on his face, “The big dogs back in the Military Authority want this to be a quick and easy operation, lets not disappoint them,” Clent added with a hard slap on both of their shoulders.
“Yes sir!” both of them said with a clenched fist to the center of their cheats before the male private dispersed into the crowd of soldiers. The woman went on her way to round up her soldiers to partake into the tunnel. Clent turned back to his circle and placed both of his hands over it. A faint golden glow and a couple dark purple flares grew under his hands and on the symbol. Within seconds, mass amounts of pressurized dark energy dug through the ground. Silent as the night sky, the tunnel dug quite a ways below before shooting straight forward towards the city. An opening extremely undetectable calmly broke through just before the city entrance. Back at the hills, Clent was floating over the somewhat large opening. Using his dark magic to create a thin force field over it, he rolled over the hole before it withered away.
“Alright, go through!” Clent ordered, and the female private came running with no hesitation with her soldiers. Yelling orders here and there, the soldiers one by one entered the dark hole. Raising his hand wide open, the male private then lead his troops to scatter around and about the hill. Clent, on the other hand, rolled over the hill all the way to the bottom. Peering his eyes forward he studied the positions of the three outposts at the city entrance. Before he could map out his strikes, a gunfire was heard in the tunnel.
“Sire, the second squad is ready!” The male private yelled to Clent.
“Alright, Alright, give me a second,” Clent retorted in a somewhat annoyed tone.
Clenching his fists, Clent's hands grew a faint dark purplish glow. He quickly opened them to reveal the Jewish Star of David on his palms with Hebrew markings surrounding them in a spherical fashion. He brought his hands together as if he were praying (he was obviously not) and within seconds he stretched them out wide. Energy between his hands drew three large Jewish Star of Davids perfectly floating in front of them, buzzing with the fast movement of concentrated dark energy. Raising his right hand high up with his fingers sticking up and not expanded, he slammed it down in front of him, as if he were doing a karate chop. The buzzing of the stars stopped, and in the center of them, huge dark tentacles shot out. They charged at tremendous speeds, curving and floating over the ground towards the outposts. The Star of Davids electrified with dark energy bursting about at the creation of these large tentacles.
“Go! Charge, charge now!” Clent yelled as his hand stayed in place. The male private yelled a couple command orders in an old language and the soldiers charged forward with their guns drawn. The moment the men and women charged, the tentacles crashed into the outposts. The men on the outposts gasped in horror and pain as they crashed right into them instead of the structure of the outpost.
Clent's left palm morphed into a purple-greenish symbol of the Islamic Star and Crescent Moon. Slamming it with his right hand, a thin spark of new energy shot through the tentacle's interior. Zooming all the way to the outposts, little dark green bulbs of energy shot out. As they came into contact with physical matter, they exploded into dark flames. The outposts immediately lost structure and collapsed into burning flames. There was no time to for the people in the outposts to alarm the local rebel army.
Clent bended his knees and brought his hands to his sides. Expanding them, the symbols in both morphed back into the Christian Cross. A faint circle appeared under Clent. The energy in the circle cut down to form a weird platform made out of earth and soil. The crosses on his palms glowed a goldish-purple and the platform lifted up. Balancing himself accordingly, Clent faced no difficulties in maneuvering the platform. He raised quite a ways and flew towards the city and to his army. Catching up, he hopped off and did a front flip. Landing next to the leading male private, Clent began to run side-by-side with him.
“Tell the soldiers to expand to surround the city. The army in the tunnel will be used to clear the streets as yours finds the rebel camps. Kill them immediately and be swift. Avoid civilian casualties, but if they fight with them, you may kill them.” Clent ordered.
The male private nodded, and drew back to let Clent run ahead. Yelling orders, the Auran soldiers curved into two more squads to surround the city. Some drew blades or swords, but a majority of them kept their assault rifles drawn.
Clent's pace was fast and well mannered and his body showed no signs of tiring out. As he drew to the entrance of the tunnel , he did a quick shout into the tunnel as he jumped right over it. Diving forward, he accomplished a summersault. Waiting for the soldiers to pour out, he peered a head. As the female private passed him, he dashed forward to match her speed.
“This army will be heading the main assault, the other half is spreading out to encompass the city.” Clent said in a quick manner.
“Yes sir,” The woman replied. She raised her gun high to signify the other soldiers to draw their weapons.
As the army drew close to the city entrance, squads of rebel armies came out with a mixture of guns and swords. With no proper uniform, they looked almost barbaric. The Auran soldiers immediately drew their guns up and began to fire. Some fell back to reload while others had automatics. The rebel troops began tomahawking their swords before coming close, but it was all in vain. None hit any soldiers, for they were easily dodged.
The exact moment before the armies began to clash, men and women from the back with machine guns rushed forward and kneeled down. Some stood behind, obviously, to create the wall.
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“Fire!” The female private yelled and the machine guns were off. One by one the main rebel assault fell. Some fired, but most shots missed. Within minutes the machine gun squad fell back and up came soldiers with swords lead by Clent.
The Auran General ripped his sleeve up and bit his thumb to draw blood. Writing a few Japanese Shinto marks on his skin, the symbols glowed a deep orange and buzzed with dark swirls. Placing his left hand on the symbols, the buzzing intensified and he pulled back, ripping a thick metal pole with two pointy ends. Other Auran soldiers pulled out swords;some had two if they were that skilled. The remaining rebel troops clashed with the elite Auran men and women. Blood splattered, and people screamed in agony as the first deaths of many fell.
Clent drew close to this rebel woman who had a gun with a knife on it. Attempting to raise her weapon and clash it down on him, Clent bended forward and jabbed his staff into her torso. His quick movements proved faster than her shabby attack.
“Pitiful,” Clent muttered under his breathe, “how foolish to let your body be exposed from a weak move like that.”
Driving the staff forward and raising his body, the woman coughed forward and fell onto his shoulder. Blood dripped from her mouth as her eyes expanded wide in the shock of her sudden defeat. Clent shoved it further in and grasped it from the opening in the back. Holding it tightly, he ripped it out of the woman and slid his body to the right; her motionless body collapsing before him.
Another rebel soldier advanced Clent the moment he shoved his staff into the woman.
“How dare you strike her down!” The man yelled with two blades clenched tighlty; hatred and agony fueling his movements.
Clent began to spin his staff above his head before drawing it back to his front. He wiped his right hand over the right side of the staff and greenish Islamic marks decorated it quite beautifully. Stars, moons, and arabic letters lay artistically on the half of the staff, connected with neat swirls. Rushing forward, he dashed the staff into the ground with the islamic side down. Bursting it up, a mixture of soil and flames dashed in a slash towards the incoming man. The flames engulfed him, burning his skin and clothes. Though, that move was only to distract him.
The rebel soldier screamed from the burns and halted in his advancement. At this moment Clent rushed in and slashed down diagonally from his upper right shoulder all the way down to the left side of his stomach. The cut was deep and slit several main arteries. Clent then brought his forearm and smashed it into the rebel soldier's jaw. A slight crack was heard as the man fell down to the ground.
Clent drew back a couple of steps and pulled the pistol in the side of his belt. Holding it up to the sky, he fired four bullets constantly in a synched fashion. Waiting a minute, he peered up at the sky in the middle of the battle to wait for the signals of the other half of the army. Two consecutive gun fires into the sky were heard from the left side of the city, which indicated their progress was good. Waiting for the signal on the right, the Auran general kept his stance.
“General, you are going to get yourself killed!” A nearby soldier yelled. Distracted by the yell, Clent turned around to see the soldier who looked at him.
“General, no!” the soldier's face filled with grief and shock as he saw a rebel troop rush forward to Clent with a sharp spear. Screaming, “Die you Confederal scum!” he charged into Clent.
Turning around, the Auran General saw in disbelief as the enemy dug the spear deep into his body. Gasping in utter pain the male coughed blood onto the spear. Breathes becoming short and quick, he grasped onto the spear in attempt to slow down it's piercing.
The rebel soldier smiled as Clent gasped for breath, still trying to come to grips with what had happened.
“No!” the Auran soldier behind him screamed.
“How d-dare you!” Clent gasped, catching his breath and stabilizing his body's shock from the fatal wound. He tightened his grip on the spear and a light yellow aurora glowed from his palms. The soldier, shocked at Clent's sharp defiance, became nervous. Hesitant, but still fierce, he retorted with, “What? How dare me? How dare you-”
The man's words were cut off by a sharp injection of dark energy from the spear. Before he could draw away, the dark energy manifested into electricity that ripped all throughout his body. His angered voice turned into pitiful screaming as his muscles retracted and tightened their grip onto the spear. His skin melted near the metal pole and found itself sticking onto it. After a few moments, the internal assault ceased and the man collapsed off dead.
Clent staggered backwards with the spear still in him. The soldier behind him caught Clent as he almost collapsed. Lowering him down, the Auran soldier ripped Clent's shirt off to expose and examine the wound.
“Do not worry,” Clent gasped, coughing up some blood, “I can handle this.”
“But sire, you're hurt!” The soldier retorted.
“Do not worry,” Clent repeated, his voice more firm and controlled, “I can handle this.”
Taking a deep and nervous gulp, the Auran soldier nodded and ran up ahead to join the others in the fight. Clent sighed in relief and placed both of his hands on his wound. He didn't do this to try and stop the bleeding, but get his hands wet. He immediately flopped them out to the side and let the blood drip into a small pool. Stretching his arms across, he drew his feet apart. A spark rose in both of his palms and the blood darted forward like it had a mind of it's own. It went quite the distant before splitting off into a perfect curve. Within moments a complete circle was drawn around Clent's body. The blood then glowed dark purple at five corners of the circle before shooting across into the circle to create a star. Three of five glowing lights dimmed away as the remaining two drew in the sides of what appeared to be an eye near Clent's torso. From a bird's eye view, it was a perfect replication of the symbol of Dark Magic with his wound being the eye.
Clent's right sclera filled up with a deep shade of purple and through his anguish and pain, it caused his painful frown to immediately turn into a creepy smile. The circle bursted with dark energy and buzzed with swirls and glowing auroras shooting from the edges of the circle. Clent's groin and bottom torso lurched forward as energy from below his wound bursted through his wound. The energy fired up like a water fountain before being absorbed back into his body. The energy was slowly absorbed into the corners of his wound, stopping the bleeding and repairing torn tissue. Though painful, Clent seemed rather calm. He was collective and focused all his mentality on this spell.
A couple minutes passed and his wound was completely sealed. He didn't have the dark energy repair his ruptured organs for he would work on that later. Clent slowly raised to his feet and walked towards the city, which the Auran army had completely entered.
I'm sure they're doing good without me, Clent thought to himself as he struggled to the city entrance. Keeping his eyes and ears alert, he rested his left hand over the recently sealed wound and his other hand had the Islamic markings on the palm in preparation of an incoming attack. Ten minutes in, he entered the city entrance and wondered through. It seemed that the Auran army had made a mini camp of some of the soldiers in the town square right up the street. Quickening his pace to reach it, Clent focused his eyesight on the soldiers running to and fro. He saw up ahead the female private sitting with some other soldiers around a makeshift table with a map of the city of Gong on the table. It seemed that they were planning future strikes and preparing squads.
“Squad B will patrol Mann Street and all the way up to the local Market, while Squad C will venture to the northern city limits to make sure the rebels have fully left. You,” The female private pointed her finger to a nervous soldier, “ Can you round up a couple men and women to organize messenger systems to different sections of the city? We don't have enough people to keep constant patrols, we'll need to create outposts.”
“Yes Ma'am!” The soldier said, giving the solute. He immediately got up and ran to some nearby soldiers.
“Now, we'll just have to – Oh!” The female private stopped in her sentence as she noticed Clent was there.
“My apologies, General. I did not know you were there. I wasn't trying to take charge, I was just –”
Clent raised his hand to stop her, “Do not worry. Your plans are secure enough for me to allow.”
“Oh, thank you sire!” The woman responded.
“Tell me, what is your name?” Clent asked as he pulled a nearby supply box and sat down.
“I am Private Ackerman, sire!” The soldier responded.
“Good, good,” Clent said, stretching his left leg out, “Make that Sargent Ackerman.”
A couple of the nearby soldiers gasped, but Ackerman's face lighted up with delight.
“Why, thank you sire! That is such an honor! I cannot believe this, I can't wait to celebrate!” the newly made Sargent exclaimed.
“Whoa whoa, hold on there,” Clent said with a half smile on his face, “It's going be quite the time before you may celebrate. Just focus on organizing the troops for now, okay?”
Sargent Ackerman merely nodded before returning to the map with the nearby soldiers. Clent, on the other hand, got up and walked over to a little corner of the square. He walked into an abandoned street and pulled out a tiny flip phone from his pocket.
The Auran General ripped his sleeve up and bit his thumb to draw blood. Writing a few Japanese Shinto marks on his skin, the symbols glowed a deep orange and buzzed with dark swirls. Placing his left hand on the symbols, the buzzing intensified and he pulled back, ripping a thick metal pole with two pointy ends. Other Auran soldiers pulled out swords;some had two if they were that skilled. The remaining rebel troops clashed with the elite Auran men and women. Blood splattered, and people screamed in agony as the first deaths of many fell.
Clent drew close to this rebel woman who had a gun with a knife on it. Attempting to raise her weapon and clash it down on him, Clent bended forward and jabbed his staff into her torso. His quick movements proved faster than her shabby attack.
“Pitiful,” Clent muttered under his breathe, “how foolish to let your body be exposed from a weak move like that.”
Driving the staff forward and raising his body, the woman coughed forward and fell onto his shoulder. Blood dripped from her mouth as her eyes expanded wide in the shock of her sudden defeat. Clent shoved it further in and grasped it from the opening in the back. Holding it tightly, he ripped it out of the woman and slid his body to the right; her motionless body collapsing before him.
Another rebel soldier advanced Clent the moment he shoved his staff into the woman.
“How dare you strike her down!” The man yelled with two blades clenched tighlty; hatred and agony fueling his movements.
Clent began to spin his staff above his head before drawing it back to his front. He wiped his right hand over the right side of the staff and greenish Islamic marks decorated it quite beautifully. Stars, moons, and arabic letters lay artistically on the half of the staff, connected with neat swirls. Rushing forward, he dashed the staff into the ground with the islamic side down. Bursting it up, a mixture of soil and flames dashed in a slash towards the incoming man. The flames engulfed him, burning his skin and clothes. Though, that move was only to distract him.
The rebel soldier screamed from the burns and halted in his advancement. At this moment Clent rushed in and slashed down diagonally from his upper right shoulder all the way down to the left side of his stomach. The cut was deep and slit several main arteries. Clent then brought his forearm and smashed it into the rebel soldier's jaw. A slight crack was heard as the man fell down to the ground.
Clent drew back a couple of steps and pulled the pistol in the side of his belt. Holding it up to the sky, he fired four bullets constantly in a synched fashion. Waiting a minute, he peered up at the sky in the middle of the battle to wait for the signals of the other half of the army. Two consecutive gun fires into the sky were heard from the left side of the city, which indicated their progress was good. Waiting for the signal on the right, the Auran general kept his stance.
“General, you are going to get yourself killed!” A nearby soldier yelled. Distracted by the yell, Clent turned around to see the soldier who looked at him.
“General, no!” the soldier's face filled with grief and shock as he saw a rebel troop rush forward to Clent with a sharp spear. Screaming, “Die you Confederal scum!” he charged into Clent.
Turning around, the Auran General saw in disbelief as the enemy dug the spear deep into his body. Gasping in utter pain the male coughed blood onto the spear. Breathes becoming short and quick, he grasped onto the spear in attempt to slow down it's piercing.
The rebel soldier smiled as Clent gasped for breath, still trying to come to grips with what had happened.
“No!” the Auran soldier behind him screamed.
“How d-dare you!” Clent gasped, catching his breath and stabilizing his body's shock from the fatal wound. He tightened his grip on the spear and a light yellow aurora glowed from his palms. The soldier, shocked at Clent's sharp defiance, became nervous. Hesitant, but still fierce, he retorted with, “What? How dare me? How dare you-”
The man's words were cut off by a sharp injection of dark energy from the spear. Before he could draw away, the dark energy manifested into electricity that ripped all throughout his body. His angered voice turned into pitiful screaming as his muscles retracted and tightened their grip onto the spear. His skin melted near the metal pole and found itself sticking onto it. After a few moments, the internal assault ceased and the man collapsed off dead.
Clent staggered backwards with the spear still in him. The soldier behind him caught Clent as he almost collapsed. Lowering him down, the Auran soldier ripped Clent's shirt off to expose and examine the wound.
“Do not worry,” Clent gasped, coughing up some blood, “I can handle this.”
“But sire, you're hurt!” The soldier retorted.
“Do not worry,” Clent repeated, his voice more firm and controlled, “I can handle this.”
Taking a deep and nervous gulp, the Auran soldier nodded and ran up ahead to join the others in the fight. Clent sighed in relief and placed both of his hands on his wound. He didn't do this to try and stop the bleeding, but get his hands wet. He immediately flopped them out to the side and let the blood drip into a small pool. Stretching his arms across, he drew his feet apart. A spark rose in both of his palms and the blood darted forward like it had a mind of it's own. It went quite the distant before splitting off into a perfect curve. Within moments a complete circle was drawn around Clent's body. The blood then glowed dark purple at five corners of the circle before shooting across into the circle to create a star. Three of five glowing lights dimmed away as the remaining two drew in the sides of what appeared to be an eye near Clent's torso. From a bird's eye view, it was a perfect replication of the symbol of Dark Magic with his wound being the eye.
Clent's right sclera filled up with a deep shade of purple and through his anguish and pain, it caused his painful frown to immediately turn into a creepy smile. The circle bursted with dark energy and buzzed with swirls and glowing auroras shooting from the edges of the circle. Clent's groin and bottom torso lurched forward as energy from below his wound bursted through his wound. The energy fired up like a water fountain before being absorbed back into his body. The energy was slowly absorbed into the corners of his wound, stopping the bleeding and repairing torn tissue. Though painful, Clent seemed rather calm. He was collective and focused all his mentality on this spell.
A couple minutes passed and his wound was completely sealed. He didn't have the dark energy repair his ruptured organs for he would work on that later. Clent slowly raised to his feet and walked towards the city, which the Auran army had completely entered.
I'm sure they're doing good without me, Clent thought to himself as he struggled to the city entrance. Keeping his eyes and ears alert, he rested his left hand over the recently sealed wound and his other hand had the Islamic markings on the palm in preparation of an incoming attack. Ten minutes in, he entered the city entrance and wondered through. It seemed that the Auran army had made a mini camp of some of the soldiers in the town square right up the street. Quickening his pace to reach it, Clent focused his eyesight on the soldiers running to and fro. He saw up ahead the female private sitting with some other soldiers around a makeshift table with a map of the city of Gong on the table. It seemed that they were planning future strikes and preparing squads.
“Squad B will patrol Mann Street and all the way up to the local Market, while Squad C will venture to the northern city limits to make sure the rebels have fully left. You,” The female private pointed her finger to a nervous soldier, “ Can you round up a couple men and women to organize messenger systems to different sections of the city? We don't have enough people to keep constant patrols, we'll need to create outposts.”
“Yes Ma'am!” The soldier said, giving the solute. He immediately got up and ran to some nearby soldiers.
“Now, we'll just have to – Oh!” The female private stopped in her sentence as she noticed Clent was there.
“My apologies, General. I did not know you were there. I wasn't trying to take charge, I was just –”
Clent raised his hand to stop her, “Do not worry. Your plans are secure enough for me to allow.”
“Oh, thank you sire!” The woman responded.
“Tell me, what is your name?” Clent asked as he pulled a nearby supply box and sat down.
“I am Private Ackerman, sire!” The soldier responded.
“Good, good,” Clent said, stretching his left leg out, “Make that Sargent Ackerman.”
A couple of the nearby soldiers gasped, but Ackerman's face lighted up with delight.
“Why, thank you sire! That is such an honor! I cannot believe this, I can't wait to celebrate!” the newly made Sargent exclaimed.
“Whoa whoa, hold on there,” Clent said with a half smile on his face, “It's going be quite the time before you may celebrate. Just focus on organizing the troops for now, okay?”
Sargent Ackerman merely nodded before returning to the map with the nearby soldiers. Clent, on the other hand, got up and walked over to a little corner of the square. He walked into an abandoned street and pulled out a tiny flip phone from his pocket.
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She will make a fine Commander, one day.
Clent pressed the button in the center and held it to his ear. The static ringing echoed in the dark street before an old woman answered it.
“Why yes, hello?” the voice said.
“This is General Akolite to confirm the successful retake of Gong. The city will be back to normal in a matter of weeks. Reinforcements would be greatly appreciated – M'Lady,” Clent said in a mocking tone.
“Why yes, of course Clent,” The woman responded, purposely addressing the General by his first name.
“Oh, and one last thing,” Clent said before the woman could hang up.
“Yes?” The woman asked.
“Relay electronic communications to Sargent Ackerman for now on, instead of me. The woman is smart; I want to split the command between her and I. I'd like to see how much she progresses as the fighting goes on,” Clent requested.
“Are you sure that's wise? This isn't the time to rise the ranks of mere foot soldiers.”
“She has great potential, I'm sure she can be useful in a matter of time.”
A moment paused before the woman on the phone answered.
“I guess I can trust you word. I will inform Central command to relay the messages to Sargent Ackerman.”
The phone turned off and Clent softly closed the phone before slipping it back into his pocket. With a big grin on his face, he returned to the central square of Gong.
She will make a fine Commander, one day.
Clent pressed the button in the center and held it to his ear. The static ringing echoed in the dark street before an old woman answered it.
“Why yes, hello?” the voice said.
“This is General Akolite to confirm the successful retake of Gong. The city will be back to normal in a matter of weeks. Reinforcements would be greatly appreciated – M'Lady,” Clent said in a mocking tone.
“Why yes, of course Clent,” The woman responded, purposely addressing the General by his first name.
“Oh, and one last thing,” Clent said before the woman could hang up.
“Yes?” The woman asked.
“Relay electronic communications to Sargent Ackerman for now on, instead of me. The woman is smart; I want to split the command between her and I. I'd like to see how much she progresses as the fighting goes on,” Clent requested.
“Are you sure that's wise? This isn't the time to rise the ranks of mere foot soldiers.”
“She has great potential, I'm sure she can be useful in a matter of time.”
A moment paused before the woman on the phone answered.
“I guess I can trust you word. I will inform Central command to relay the messages to Sargent Ackerman.”
The phone turned off and Clent softly closed the phone before slipping it back into his pocket. With a big grin on his face, he returned to the central square of Gong.
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Chapter 8: The People’s Grand Chancellor, Head of the Military Authority, Supreme Commander of the Auran Armed Forces, High General Makayla Marie Winehouse
**for further reference, when a new chapter begins and there is no date, the date is the date of the previous chapter**
At the outskirts of the Capital city came in a rather large army with a couple tanks. One tank was in front of the marching soldiers, two at the side, and one in back. Manning the main tank in the front was none other than Supreme Commander Makayla Winehouse; Head of State of the Military Authority. Her dirty blonde hair tied up in a neat bun, a military hat fitting quite fine on her hair, her deep blue eyes sparkled with questionable intent as her military squad reached the city limits.
A soldier at the outpost waved his hand to the Commander in warm welcomes. He was shoved away by an angry old woman who seemed to be walking quite fast. The woman's harsh shove almost pushed the soldier right off the outpost. Winehouse narrowed her eyes to get a better look at the woman. As the old woman turned to the edge of the wall and jumped off, feet sliding in an almost perfect manner down the wall. Her face was filled with anger and disappointment. Winehouse leaned forward, still trying to find out who this raging old hag was. Then it clicked.
Winehouse leaned back in disbelief, her eyes expanding in immense shock. At the same, the woman was speeding forward with massive waves of water the minute she touched the ground.
“It's the Queen!” Winehouse shouted, “Hold your ground!”
As the Queen drew closer, the waves died down and she jumped forward and landed down onto the ground. She began to slide with her feet bent to the right. As she drew close to the tank, she dashed her arm forward. Water vapor and water from the waves collected forward into an artificial limb. The fingers formed at the end of the aqua arm and crashed into the tank, but Winehouse was too quick. She immediately jumped out and drew her katana from her belt. She landed next to the Queen with her blade closing in on her neck.
“How dare you bring such a large force near here?” The Queen screamed in defiance as the aqua limb rushed into the side of Winehouse.
Bracing herself from the hit, the Auran commander somersaulted forward with a sly curve to move behind her Majesty. She drew her katana and charged to drive it into the back of Queen Michelle. Queen Michelle turned her body and raised her loosely clothed arm up, and a wave of water encompassed around her arm. Collecting into a sword, Winehouse's katana was met with a dense water blade. Queen Michelle turned her body to have her other hand grasp her newly formed blade. She lunged forward, shoving her commander back quite aways.
“How many times do I have to tell you,” The Queen roared as she sliced her blade down twice to send two slashes of intense water to Winehouse's direction, “to not bring military personnel this close to the capital?”
Winehouse quickly regained her balance from the shove and drove her blades into the incoming slashes of water. As her blade went through the water, it immediately dispersed by the quick and powerful disruption. Charging quickly, Winehouse brought her blade down onto the Queen's. Their power matched, and the two held it there for quite some time.
“Send the tanks back!” The Queen ordered.
“No! I have great reason for them being here!” Winehouse retorted.
“What? To do an aggressive military training session and blow the wall down like you did last time?” The Queen roared.
“No, just trust me!” Winehouse responded.
“And why should I trust your stained diction?” Her Majesty retorted.
“Please, just trust me! Just give me a chance!”
Queen Michelle’s eyes widened as she relaxed her pressure. Water slowly dispersed into the ground, or evaporated back into the air. Queen Michelle drew her blade back and the water surrounding them evaporated back into the air. Winehouse sheathed her katana and kneeled down before her majesty.
“We need to return to the bunkers. Round up nearby generals.” Winehouse said rather calmly. Nodding, Queen Michelle relaxed herself and raised her hand to the tanks and the army to follow. Winehouse raised to her feet and began walking back to the city with Queen Michelle by her side.
“Can you at least give me a hint before we enter the bunker?” Queen Michelle asked in a low tone.
“No.” Winehouse responded, her voice closed on a serious tone.
“I see. The only commander is General Brown. He is young and inexperienced.” Queen Michelle said.
“General Brown has quite the potential and power for a young man at his age.” Winehouse responded, “I'm sure he'll be all we need, but we need to return to the city quickly. Could you, er, fly us there?”
“Of course,” Queen Michelle responded. She raised her hands out high and water collected under the two to form spherical platforms that dripped to a single point on the bottom; almost like a cone. Winehouse pulled the gun out of her left pocket and raised it to the air. She fired three rounds as the pair rouse up to indicate to quicken the pace. The tanks immediately increased their speed and the foot soldiers began to run.
“Prime Minister, The Queen would like to see you in the basement of her palace. She said it was – urgent business?” A normal secretary entered Shadow's office. Shadow was sitting next to Jason. The First Gentleman was playing with papers, folding them into weird arrangements as Shadow filled out numerous paperworks with an annoyed look on his face.
“Sire?” The secretary repeated.
Shadow looked up and seemed rather shocked that someone entered his room without him detecting. Jason noticed too, and yelled with fright as he fell out of his seat.
“Yes, what is it?” Shadow asked, seeming a little nervousness.
“Why the fuck did you scare me?” Jason screamed, getting up from the ground.
Shadow cringed with anger as he slammed his fist into Jason's head. The First Gentleman fell down yet again, this time in pain.
“Can you keep your mouth shut for one moment?” Shadow lectured.
“The Queen would like to see you in her basement quarters. She said it was urgent.”
Shadow's eyes flickered as the words caught his attention closely. Jason sprang up too, his eyes wide in disbelief at the words he had just heard.
“The bunker?” Shadow said with a minor stutter.
“I'm not sure, she just said, 'the basement',” the secretary replied.
Shadow immediately rose up from his seat and walked to the door. Jason followed in a just as urgent manner as his lover was.
“Cancel the meeting with Representative Troye,” Shadow ordered as he and his partner rushed down the hall. Jason ran up to meet Shadow's side.
“What do you think it could be?” Jason asked.
“I'm not sure, but it's obviously important,” Shadow said in a stern voice. The pair rushed towards the entrance of the Electorate University. Pushing through the large crowd of people walking throughout the building, you could hardly pick out the leaders from a bird's eye view.
“Sire, where are you going?” The woman at the desk asked as Shadow and Jason sped past her.
“We'll be out for a while, have any incoming calls be recorded and messages written down,” Shadow yelled as he exited out of the building. Jason saluted the woman nervously to excuse and apologize for his partner's rather rude command. The secretary looked rather confused, but she nodded anyways and returned to her work.
As they exited the building, the busy streets of the city were crowded. Men, women, children, all rushing around to get to wherever they needed to be. Shadow grabbed Jason's hand tightly and pulled him through the crowd. Almost shoving everyone in his way, the pair ventured to the Royal Palace.
“Shadow, why do you have to go so fast?” Jason asked, cringing a bit from being rammed into a person every two seconds.
“This is urgent.” Shadow replied.
“So? Can we at least slow down? You're hurting my arm,” Jason responded.
“This isn't a joke, this is serious.”
Jason frowned. “It wouldn't hurt to take a chill pill,” he muttered under his breath.
“What was that?” Shadow asked in an almost disrespecting tone to his lover as he slammed into a passing man like it was nothing. Jason curved his body to avoid the man.
“Nothing.”
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The two eventually made it to the entrance of the Royal Palace. The Guards immediately made way for them and opened the gate. Shadow almost ran to the large building with Jason reluctantly keeping up. The Prime Minister smashed the doors open and took a quick turn to the left. Approaching the wall, he placed his hand on it and whispered a few ancient Galushian spells. As Jason caught up, the wall opened to reveal a secret passageway. A ragged and torn stairway was shown to lead deep down below the Palace. Shadow grabbed Jason's arm once more to drag him along. As the two ventured deeper, the light began to die down, as there were no torches.
“Can't you light something, babe?” Jason asked, seeming a bit nervous from the dark.
“No, we'll be in a lit room soon enough,” Shadow responded, clearly ignoring Jason's evident phobia of the dark.
Before Jason had an anxiety attack, a faint light could be seen up ahead. The two finally stepped on level ground. Stepping into a long hallway with a doorway at the end, Shadow rushed towards the door. Jason reluctantly followed along, but was reassured by the lit torches. The hallway was rank with a humid stench with odd green ooze collecting at certain corners of the dark blue bricked wall. A few dead carcases of small rats laid here and there to further add to the horrid stink that filled the hallway. Though, Shadow and Jason paid no attention to the sudden change of atmosphere.
The Auran Prime Minister and his trusty First Gentleman entered the room to see a large presentation room. The disgusting brick walls were covered with fine wood. The ceiling had a nicely lit chandelier. The ground had a decorative blue and purple rug encompassing most of the floor, bearing the national coat of arms of the Auran Confederation. Two-thirds of the room were filled with desks while the remaining third was used for military, political, or emergency presentations. Right now, Supreme Commander Makayla Winehouse was giving a lecture. The presentation board has a detailed picture of the Capital City and it's surrounding suburbs that did not lie within the Grand Walls. The seats were taken up by senior Congressmen and Congresswomen, military leaders, and some businessmen. Shadow and Jason quickly took their seats in the front and pricked their ears to listen up.
“On the board behind me, lays an accurate map of the City. As some of you may know, the reason why I have returned to home base was that my military squad detected a rather large rebel force coming to the Capital-”
“Why didn't you confront it?” Shadow demanded, interrupting Winehouse.
“Because,” Winehouse responded with a flinch from the interruption, “Their size was too large, we wouldn't have survived if we attacked them head on.”
“So? You could've at least stalled them. And come on, they're rebels, like they can take on our military strength!” Shadow retorted.
“Scouts revealed that the military unit had over 50,000 soldiers and 200 tanks, with well equipped, well supplied, and possibly well trained soldiers. They outnumbered us,” Winehouse responded, narrowing her eyes at Shadow to tell him to shut up.
Grumbling a couple of words, Shadow leaned back into his chair and folded his arms in anger.
“Now, back to what I was saying,” Winehouse said as she took a deep breath, “The Sergeants and I decided to gather as much information about the rebel army and make our way back to the Capital to set up defenses. All of the men and women are doing that now, but the citizens just think it's a protocol. I purposely hid myself so they would not think it was important.”
“The Rebel Army seemed to be moving quite slow; they're taking their time. We, on the other hand,” Winehouse gestured to her drawn in military unit on the map, “used as much of our energy as possible to get back here in time. What we need to do-”
“Excuse me, but you let a 50,000 rebel army break through the defenses of our country and be able to head all the way up to the Capitol?” Senator Malkovich interrupted, an annoyed expression on his face.
“Not much of the military is active in the war, sir. It's more of small, barely supplied force of elite units traveling across the occupied territories in the South to set up temporary stations. The Military Authority was preparing to mobilize and send the foot soldiers to the front lines to do a huge strike deep into rebel territory. The organized assault was predicted to be a crushing blow to them. It wasn't a winning knock out, but a good start,” Winehouse calmly responded.
“So, what are you doing with all these men and women then?” Malkovich asked.
“I am the Supreme Commander of the Armed Forces, you uncultured swine. I can maneuver what ever amount of soldiers I want, to wherever I want them to be. You are not in the position to ask such questions,” Winehouse said with a rather quick and steady voice, though a drop of sweat traveled its way down Winehouse’s forehead.
Senator Malkovich seemed rather annoyed with the response, but shrugged his shoulders and rolled his eyes, not daring to further question the young Supreme Commander.
“Now, the present Auran force is only 15,000 soldiers. We also only have 3 pitiful tanks. What I, the Sergeants, and the present military generals plan to do is to pack the walls of the city with rocket launchers and snipers. The minute we see enemy soldiers, we have the snipers fire. The minute we see huge groups of them or tanks, the rocket launcher squads will fire. We'll also have the magers and martial art squads confront them for only a brief time before retreating back in the walls. Their job is to eliminate as many tanks as possible before returning into the wall. The minute they do, we'll send all the foot soldiers into the trenches that are now being build and to defend the area as much as they can. Scouts have already been sent to surrounding suburbs to relocate the citizens back into the City,-”
“Wait,” Queen Michelle said, interrupting the Commander yet again, “Are you telling me you're preparing the Capitol for a siege?”
“Yes,” Winehouse replied solemnly,” The Capital of the Confederation will be undergoing its first siege.”
The presentation room filled with gasps of shock and worry. Some members of the meeting smashed their fists against the tables while others wailed in sorrow. Anguish filled the hearts of some of the finest Auran leaders, facing the cruel reality that the strongest known nation to man was going to be on it's bitter knees, and what better location to host such event at the center of the world?
“Can we be sure the City can go through such actions? And do we honestly have the manpower to execute the plans you're talking about?” Jason asked, his right hand rubbing the small stubble on his face.
“If we execute the plans properly, we will be able to hold the city for roughly one week, with the rebel army arriving at an estimated time of just four days,” Winehouse responded.
“What?” Shadow exclaimed, “What is going to happen after that?”
“By then, we'll be using the air force for the very first time to strike the army down. I've sent a scout squad to take cars to Fort Birmingham to prepare the airplanes. Fort Birmingham will also arrive with 30,000 soldiers leaded by High Commander Saphique Arbetron,” Winehouse informed. She turned to the board to quickly sketch the plans.
“Corporate fat cats,” Winehouse yelled as she finished up her doodling on the map, “We'll be expecting you to give your food to the people at ration booths all throughout the city once all the food on the market is sold out.”
The businessmen in the top right corner yelled in protest, but Queen Michelle raised her hand. “Do not worry, I will personally pay reparations to the money you will loose during the siege. Your profit is secured.”
Shrugging, the businessmen rolled their eyes and calmed down.
Winehouse had now finished her doodling and slammed the chalk down on the floor. Turning around she yelled, “Let's do this!”
A big, but rather questionable grin stretched across her face, eyes flared with determination. Winehouse slammed the board three times to signify all the leaders to disperse and to attend their proper duties. Everyone left except the four Head of States of the country; Queen Michelle, Makayla Winehouse, Shadow and Jason Akolite.
“What is the secret plan, M'Lady?” Winehouse asked as the four came close together.
“I was considering we blockade the center of the city. Draw the soldiers in and end them all.We’ll reopen and refurbish the underground tunnels and evacuate the population to the northern farmlands. I’d like the city to only be filled with soldiers and militia by the end of the 4th day. ” Queen Michelle explained.
“I like the idea,” Jason said. Shadow nodded in agreement.
“Where would the soldiers be?” Winehouse asked.
“The elites will hide in houses and the masses will be stationed in the Royal Palace. The elites will simply roam and trap the enemy within the city, where they will all meet their demise.”
A large grin stretched wide on Shadow's face, “This is going to be awesome, I'm gonna kick so much ass-”
“But!” Queen Michelle exclaimed, raising a finger to quiet Shadow's predicted rant of boast he usually does when the plan is to fight, “We need to keep this as secret as possible from the Press and Parliament. They'll be quite angry that we're out 'massacring' people again .”
“I agree, Parliament would definitely use this to hurt your authority in the country,” Winehouse added.
Queen Michelle nodded, “That is why we are using the elite soldiers. They are the most trustworthy. To the people? Tell them a massive construction plan is going underway.”
“Can't you light something, babe?” Jason asked, seeming a bit nervous from the dark.
“No, we'll be in a lit room soon enough,” Shadow responded, clearly ignoring Jason's evident phobia of the dark.
Before Jason had an anxiety attack, a faint light could be seen up ahead. The two finally stepped on level ground. Stepping into a long hallway with a doorway at the end, Shadow rushed towards the door. Jason reluctantly followed along, but was reassured by the lit torches. The hallway was rank with a humid stench with odd green ooze collecting at certain corners of the dark blue bricked wall. A few dead carcases of small rats laid here and there to further add to the horrid stink that filled the hallway. Though, Shadow and Jason paid no attention to the sudden change of atmosphere.
The Auran Prime Minister and his trusty First Gentleman entered the room to see a large presentation room. The disgusting brick walls were covered with fine wood. The ceiling had a nicely lit chandelier. The ground had a decorative blue and purple rug encompassing most of the floor, bearing the national coat of arms of the Auran Confederation. Two-thirds of the room were filled with desks while the remaining third was used for military, political, or emergency presentations. Right now, Supreme Commander Makayla Winehouse was giving a lecture. The presentation board has a detailed picture of the Capital City and it's surrounding suburbs that did not lie within the Grand Walls. The seats were taken up by senior Congressmen and Congresswomen, military leaders, and some businessmen. Shadow and Jason quickly took their seats in the front and pricked their ears to listen up.
“On the board behind me, lays an accurate map of the City. As some of you may know, the reason why I have returned to home base was that my military squad detected a rather large rebel force coming to the Capital-”
“Why didn't you confront it?” Shadow demanded, interrupting Winehouse.
“Because,” Winehouse responded with a flinch from the interruption, “Their size was too large, we wouldn't have survived if we attacked them head on.”
“So? You could've at least stalled them. And come on, they're rebels, like they can take on our military strength!” Shadow retorted.
“Scouts revealed that the military unit had over 50,000 soldiers and 200 tanks, with well equipped, well supplied, and possibly well trained soldiers. They outnumbered us,” Winehouse responded, narrowing her eyes at Shadow to tell him to shut up.
Grumbling a couple of words, Shadow leaned back into his chair and folded his arms in anger.
“Now, back to what I was saying,” Winehouse said as she took a deep breath, “The Sergeants and I decided to gather as much information about the rebel army and make our way back to the Capital to set up defenses. All of the men and women are doing that now, but the citizens just think it's a protocol. I purposely hid myself so they would not think it was important.”
“The Rebel Army seemed to be moving quite slow; they're taking their time. We, on the other hand,” Winehouse gestured to her drawn in military unit on the map, “used as much of our energy as possible to get back here in time. What we need to do-”
“Excuse me, but you let a 50,000 rebel army break through the defenses of our country and be able to head all the way up to the Capitol?” Senator Malkovich interrupted, an annoyed expression on his face.
“Not much of the military is active in the war, sir. It's more of small, barely supplied force of elite units traveling across the occupied territories in the South to set up temporary stations. The Military Authority was preparing to mobilize and send the foot soldiers to the front lines to do a huge strike deep into rebel territory. The organized assault was predicted to be a crushing blow to them. It wasn't a winning knock out, but a good start,” Winehouse calmly responded.
“So, what are you doing with all these men and women then?” Malkovich asked.
“I am the Supreme Commander of the Armed Forces, you uncultured swine. I can maneuver what ever amount of soldiers I want, to wherever I want them to be. You are not in the position to ask such questions,” Winehouse said with a rather quick and steady voice, though a drop of sweat traveled its way down Winehouse’s forehead.
Senator Malkovich seemed rather annoyed with the response, but shrugged his shoulders and rolled his eyes, not daring to further question the young Supreme Commander.
“Now, the present Auran force is only 15,000 soldiers. We also only have 3 pitiful tanks. What I, the Sergeants, and the present military generals plan to do is to pack the walls of the city with rocket launchers and snipers. The minute we see enemy soldiers, we have the snipers fire. The minute we see huge groups of them or tanks, the rocket launcher squads will fire. We'll also have the magers and martial art squads confront them for only a brief time before retreating back in the walls. Their job is to eliminate as many tanks as possible before returning into the wall. The minute they do, we'll send all the foot soldiers into the trenches that are now being build and to defend the area as much as they can. Scouts have already been sent to surrounding suburbs to relocate the citizens back into the City,-”
“Wait,” Queen Michelle said, interrupting the Commander yet again, “Are you telling me you're preparing the Capitol for a siege?”
“Yes,” Winehouse replied solemnly,” The Capital of the Confederation will be undergoing its first siege.”
The presentation room filled with gasps of shock and worry. Some members of the meeting smashed their fists against the tables while others wailed in sorrow. Anguish filled the hearts of some of the finest Auran leaders, facing the cruel reality that the strongest known nation to man was going to be on it's bitter knees, and what better location to host such event at the center of the world?
“Can we be sure the City can go through such actions? And do we honestly have the manpower to execute the plans you're talking about?” Jason asked, his right hand rubbing the small stubble on his face.
“If we execute the plans properly, we will be able to hold the city for roughly one week, with the rebel army arriving at an estimated time of just four days,” Winehouse responded.
“What?” Shadow exclaimed, “What is going to happen after that?”
“By then, we'll be using the air force for the very first time to strike the army down. I've sent a scout squad to take cars to Fort Birmingham to prepare the airplanes. Fort Birmingham will also arrive with 30,000 soldiers leaded by High Commander Saphique Arbetron,” Winehouse informed. She turned to the board to quickly sketch the plans.
“Corporate fat cats,” Winehouse yelled as she finished up her doodling on the map, “We'll be expecting you to give your food to the people at ration booths all throughout the city once all the food on the market is sold out.”
The businessmen in the top right corner yelled in protest, but Queen Michelle raised her hand. “Do not worry, I will personally pay reparations to the money you will loose during the siege. Your profit is secured.”
Shrugging, the businessmen rolled their eyes and calmed down.
Winehouse had now finished her doodling and slammed the chalk down on the floor. Turning around she yelled, “Let's do this!”
A big, but rather questionable grin stretched across her face, eyes flared with determination. Winehouse slammed the board three times to signify all the leaders to disperse and to attend their proper duties. Everyone left except the four Head of States of the country; Queen Michelle, Makayla Winehouse, Shadow and Jason Akolite.
“What is the secret plan, M'Lady?” Winehouse asked as the four came close together.
“I was considering we blockade the center of the city. Draw the soldiers in and end them all.We’ll reopen and refurbish the underground tunnels and evacuate the population to the northern farmlands. I’d like the city to only be filled with soldiers and militia by the end of the 4th day. ” Queen Michelle explained.
“I like the idea,” Jason said. Shadow nodded in agreement.
“Where would the soldiers be?” Winehouse asked.
“The elites will hide in houses and the masses will be stationed in the Royal Palace. The elites will simply roam and trap the enemy within the city, where they will all meet their demise.”
A large grin stretched wide on Shadow's face, “This is going to be awesome, I'm gonna kick so much ass-”
“But!” Queen Michelle exclaimed, raising a finger to quiet Shadow's predicted rant of boast he usually does when the plan is to fight, “We need to keep this as secret as possible from the Press and Parliament. They'll be quite angry that we're out 'massacring' people again .”
“I agree, Parliament would definitely use this to hurt your authority in the country,” Winehouse added.
Queen Michelle nodded, “That is why we are using the elite soldiers. They are the most trustworthy. To the people? Tell them a massive construction plan is going underway.”
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All of a sudden, Jason exploded with excitement and picked up Shadow by the waist, effortlessly spinning around with him, laying cute and short kisses all over his face.
“I'm so happy, we get to fight! Again! It's been forever!” Jason exclaimed, his face lightening up with the brightest smile and the most dazzling eyes.
“Put me down you uncultured swine!” Shadow protested, attempting to wriggle from his lover's grasp. Sighing, Winehouse jabbed Jason in his side, right above the hip and in between the two bottom ribs. The wind was oddly knocked out of Jason as he dropped Shadow immediately and fell to the ground; holding his side and slightly twitching in pain.
“Why do you always do that?” Jason moaned, stilling clutching to his side.
“To keep you in check, of course. Your lover doesn't have the balls to do it to you as much as it's needed,” Winehouse grunted, obviously annoyed with the two.
“Enough of this, are you all clear on the plan?” Queen Michelle asked, waving her arms around and about to bring the attention back to her.
“Yes, of course,” Winehouse said. Shadow nodded, and Jason grunted to confirm his total understanding.
“Good. Be off to manage the preparations and make sure, Commander Winehouse, that you have a couple squads conducting the inner blockade,” Queen Michelle said with a somewhat hopeful smile on her face. She almost skipped her way out of the bunker without even waiting for her fellow top leaders to follow. Jason, who had now recovered from the intense jab dealt by the Supreme Commander, rubbed his side some more and stared off to the Queen in an almost disappointed look on his face.
“She's only happy when things are going her way in a time of war, how pitiful,” The First Gentleman remarked
“I can still hear you!” Queen Michelle roared, and a huge wave of water crashed through the wall and into Jason, slamming him back against the wall. Shadow, instead of helping out his lover, simply knelt down and placed his hand on the ground. Buzzing dark energy into the ground, he formed a protective wall not over the entrance of the bunker, but around himself and Winehouse. Making the wall transparent, Shadow and Winehouse shook their head at Jason's remark, and Queen Michelle's response.
“Where the hell do you get all this water?” Jason groaned as the liquid seeped into the walls or crawled back to the Queen. His almost limp body slumped on the ground. It wasn't that he was hurt, it was that he became too lazy to get up a second time. Once the water was completely gone, and the Queen's footsteps became a mere echo, Winehouse left the bunker on her own. Sighing, Shadow walked over to Jason and picked him up.
“Lets go home, bubba,” The Auran Prime Minister said as he threw his First Gentleman over his shoulder and playfully patted his butt, “It's time to be young again.”
“I'm so happy, we get to fight! Again! It's been forever!” Jason exclaimed, his face lightening up with the brightest smile and the most dazzling eyes.
“Put me down you uncultured swine!” Shadow protested, attempting to wriggle from his lover's grasp. Sighing, Winehouse jabbed Jason in his side, right above the hip and in between the two bottom ribs. The wind was oddly knocked out of Jason as he dropped Shadow immediately and fell to the ground; holding his side and slightly twitching in pain.
“Why do you always do that?” Jason moaned, stilling clutching to his side.
“To keep you in check, of course. Your lover doesn't have the balls to do it to you as much as it's needed,” Winehouse grunted, obviously annoyed with the two.
“Enough of this, are you all clear on the plan?” Queen Michelle asked, waving her arms around and about to bring the attention back to her.
“Yes, of course,” Winehouse said. Shadow nodded, and Jason grunted to confirm his total understanding.
“Good. Be off to manage the preparations and make sure, Commander Winehouse, that you have a couple squads conducting the inner blockade,” Queen Michelle said with a somewhat hopeful smile on her face. She almost skipped her way out of the bunker without even waiting for her fellow top leaders to follow. Jason, who had now recovered from the intense jab dealt by the Supreme Commander, rubbed his side some more and stared off to the Queen in an almost disappointed look on his face.
“She's only happy when things are going her way in a time of war, how pitiful,” The First Gentleman remarked
“I can still hear you!” Queen Michelle roared, and a huge wave of water crashed through the wall and into Jason, slamming him back against the wall. Shadow, instead of helping out his lover, simply knelt down and placed his hand on the ground. Buzzing dark energy into the ground, he formed a protective wall not over the entrance of the bunker, but around himself and Winehouse. Making the wall transparent, Shadow and Winehouse shook their head at Jason's remark, and Queen Michelle's response.
“Where the hell do you get all this water?” Jason groaned as the liquid seeped into the walls or crawled back to the Queen. His almost limp body slumped on the ground. It wasn't that he was hurt, it was that he became too lazy to get up a second time. Once the water was completely gone, and the Queen's footsteps became a mere echo, Winehouse left the bunker on her own. Sighing, Shadow walked over to Jason and picked him up.
“Lets go home, bubba,” The Auran Prime Minister said as he threw his First Gentleman over his shoulder and playfully patted his butt, “It's time to be young again.”
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Chapter 9: Young Love Lasts Forever
August 5th, 1995
“Fire!”
Following the command, the young and well structured boy punched his fists forward to expel dark flames towards the straw target. It took only four rounds of flames to burn the straw target to a crisp. Rushing forward, the young male drew the blades from his buckle and jumped forward. Spinning down, he sliced his blades through the straw target's left arm. Upon landing down, the young man then shoved the blades deep into the straw target's torso to give one last spark of flames.
“Well done, Shadow. You're learning faster than the other chumps,” The lady behind the young boy said in praise. Some watching children groaned in protest. With a sly smirk, young Shadow drew his blades back and sheathed them into his pocket. He returned back into the line of other dark mage apprentices. Standing at the far left, he folded his hands behind his back like the rest and looked forward to their teacher, Mrs. Marva.
The dark magic lesson was being held at a small farm in the west of the country. A worn out patch of land that had numerous straw targets within the proximity. Old magic books laid around here and there, as well as mathematical, science, and philosophy books for the educational periods in the lesson. Around the age of fourteen, was when children who showed great potential as fighters were offered to take these intense and rigorous training courses. Those who failed simply returned to public schools, often in a shameful manner.
“You fifteen children will be the newest generation of dark mages. This magic can take you to levels of power some of you won't be able to handle, but some,” Mrs. Marva said with a quick glance to Shadow, “will be able to maintain it's insanity.” A proud smile stretched across Shadow's face as his classmates glared at him with jealousy. The woman wore a thin dark cape with a purple cotton shirt and ragged shorts. Though she looked like a fool with them, her face gave off quite a different perspective on her. With beautiful black curls stretching down to her shoulders and sharp red eyes that could pierce titanium, the woman was fierce.
“Before we start the lecture, get your books,” Mrs. Marva ordered. At once, the children rushed for their books. Shadow simply plopped down onto the ground and snapped his fingers. Small tentacles crawled from his fingertips and formed together in his palm. He then threw his hand forward to send the much larger materialized tentacle to fetch his book. Slithering across the ground much like a snake, the tentacle successfully retrieved his book and reeled back into his fingertips.
“Show off,” a fellow classmate muttered, but Shadow paid no attention to him.
As the kids settled down with their books and opened to the last page they left off, Mrs. Marva began to give a lecture about what was thought to be the beginnings of man and woman harnessing and manipulating dark magic. Shadow attempted to pay attention to the lecture, but it soon became quite boring. His mind dozed off and his vision scanned the surrounding scenery in boredom. His attention was quickly caught by a boy who was working in the nearby farm, right across the road to the left side of the lesson.
Shadow's eyes widened in interest and amazement as a young man, roughly around Shadow's age, was shirtless. Wearing nothing but baggy farmer clothes and a straw hat, the boy was plucking small berries off of the crops. Pluck after pluck, the farmer boy threw it into the wood-woven basket in his right hand. The bright sun and clear sky gave great complexion to the farmer boy's fine figure, and gave a good reason to be out and about on the farm shirtless. Shadow, now ignoring the lecture, began staring at the boy with lovestruck eyes, his chin resting on his left hand.
The farmer boy continued to pluck the berries. Making his way down the lane of crops, he stumbled over his feet and dropped the basket full of berries. Worried, Shadow perked up to get a better view. The farmer boy (who was cursing under his breathe vigorously) turned away and bent down to pick up the basket and collect the dropped berries. Shadow's face relaxed and continued with studying the boy. His vision fixated on his rather round yet perky behind, his jaw lightly hanged. Drooling, Shadow stared at the farmer boy's butt as he picked up the fallen berries.
“...and that would conclude the assumption Yerza made once she found the black stone, right Shadow?” Mrs. Marva said, raising her voice with a sharp glare at Shadow.
Shadow picked up on Mrs. Marva's call immediately and turned his attention back to the lesson. Flipping his textbook to find where his fellow classmates were on, he struggled to conjure an answer.
“Look at his pants,” a girl giggled as more and more eyes landed on Shadow.
Shadow's face flustered with deep red as he realized there was a rather large bulge in his shorts.
“Ah, uh...that is uh, correct, Mrs. Merva!” Shadow said, stuttering and fumbling his words as he attempted to hide his situation with his text book. That was only met with a laugh of mockery by the whole class. Shadow looked down in embarrassment as his face became more and more red.
Shaking her head in disappointment, Mrs. Merva closed her textbook, “I'd like you to come to my house, Shadow, for a private discussion after class.”
The laughing from the class immediately changed to gasps, and a deep gulp of nervousness by Shadow. Some kids oohed, while others felt empathy for their classmate. Mrs. Merva's dark and intimidating glare bore into Shadow's embarrassed mind as the two exchanged an odd look.
The time drew around 10 o'clock at night. Shadow ran about his house trying to get everything he needed for his “private discussion” with his teacher. Picking up things here and there and putting them back down, anxiety fueled most of his actions.
“Are you sure you need to go to this?” Shadow's Mother asked, sitting in her chair while knitting.
“Yes, it's my teacher, mother,” Shadow replied in an annoyed manner as he finally wrapped his extra-thick purple cloak for the cold night.
“What did you do this time?” Mother asked again.
“Nothing, mother,” Shadow responded with a slight hesitation.
“Were you staring at the girls again?”
“No!” Shadow said with a sharp tone as he buttoned up his cloak.
“Were you staring at the boys then?”
Shadow's cheeks grew into rose puffs at the question and he quickly turned to the door.
“Forget about it!” And thus, the door slammed shut.
Shadow hurried along the steps outside his house to make a sharp turn down the street, heading towards the farmlands. Though quick, his steps were well paced and barely made a sound against the hard gravel, which slowly turned to worn out grass roads. One of the first tricks Mrs. Marva had ever taught her students was stealth, something they all have mastered. The dark mage made his way down the road until he was in complete farmland. Making a sharp turn up ahead to his left, he quickly walked down the street his teacher resided on. Following the numbers that were engraved on their doors, or sometimes their mail boxes, young Shadow eventually made it to Residential House #45. Opening the gate slowly and carefully, he ran up the walkway and onto the porch of the house. A rather old but sturdy wooden house, the windows seemed to be lit up with running electricity. Shadow knocked on it twice, enough to get the obviously awake teacher to open the door.
Sudden footsteps could not be heard, but felt against the creaky wood that send detectable vibrations onto the porch. Another trick the teacher had taught them. Frowning in the pathetic attempt to scare the student, Shadow narrowed his eyes at the opening of the door. Mrs. Marva snapped her fingers and the sclera of her eye filled with dark magic to send a thin collection of dark dust that materialized and manifested into small puffs of dark flames the moment the stream of dust touched her snapped fingers. The bursts of flames were weak and barely brushed against Shadow's face as he closed his eyes. Laughing to herself, both at the harsh look Shadow gave her and the fact that her pupil could detect her own footsteps gave enough reason for Shadow to push his teacher into the house and close the door.
Giggling here and there, Mrs. Marva lead Shadow to the dining room of the beautifully arranged house she had. A rather large rectangular wooden table was present in the dining room, that could fit about eight seats all around. Shadow took one end of it, and Mrs. Marva took her seat at the other end. Two prepared plates filled with mashed potatoes, a biscuit, and green beans steamed into the air. A common Auran dinner, the two began to quietly eat. After finishing about half the plate, Mrs. Marva put her fork down.
August 5th, 1995
“Fire!”
Following the command, the young and well structured boy punched his fists forward to expel dark flames towards the straw target. It took only four rounds of flames to burn the straw target to a crisp. Rushing forward, the young male drew the blades from his buckle and jumped forward. Spinning down, he sliced his blades through the straw target's left arm. Upon landing down, the young man then shoved the blades deep into the straw target's torso to give one last spark of flames.
“Well done, Shadow. You're learning faster than the other chumps,” The lady behind the young boy said in praise. Some watching children groaned in protest. With a sly smirk, young Shadow drew his blades back and sheathed them into his pocket. He returned back into the line of other dark mage apprentices. Standing at the far left, he folded his hands behind his back like the rest and looked forward to their teacher, Mrs. Marva.
The dark magic lesson was being held at a small farm in the west of the country. A worn out patch of land that had numerous straw targets within the proximity. Old magic books laid around here and there, as well as mathematical, science, and philosophy books for the educational periods in the lesson. Around the age of fourteen, was when children who showed great potential as fighters were offered to take these intense and rigorous training courses. Those who failed simply returned to public schools, often in a shameful manner.
“You fifteen children will be the newest generation of dark mages. This magic can take you to levels of power some of you won't be able to handle, but some,” Mrs. Marva said with a quick glance to Shadow, “will be able to maintain it's insanity.” A proud smile stretched across Shadow's face as his classmates glared at him with jealousy. The woman wore a thin dark cape with a purple cotton shirt and ragged shorts. Though she looked like a fool with them, her face gave off quite a different perspective on her. With beautiful black curls stretching down to her shoulders and sharp red eyes that could pierce titanium, the woman was fierce.
“Before we start the lecture, get your books,” Mrs. Marva ordered. At once, the children rushed for their books. Shadow simply plopped down onto the ground and snapped his fingers. Small tentacles crawled from his fingertips and formed together in his palm. He then threw his hand forward to send the much larger materialized tentacle to fetch his book. Slithering across the ground much like a snake, the tentacle successfully retrieved his book and reeled back into his fingertips.
“Show off,” a fellow classmate muttered, but Shadow paid no attention to him.
As the kids settled down with their books and opened to the last page they left off, Mrs. Marva began to give a lecture about what was thought to be the beginnings of man and woman harnessing and manipulating dark magic. Shadow attempted to pay attention to the lecture, but it soon became quite boring. His mind dozed off and his vision scanned the surrounding scenery in boredom. His attention was quickly caught by a boy who was working in the nearby farm, right across the road to the left side of the lesson.
Shadow's eyes widened in interest and amazement as a young man, roughly around Shadow's age, was shirtless. Wearing nothing but baggy farmer clothes and a straw hat, the boy was plucking small berries off of the crops. Pluck after pluck, the farmer boy threw it into the wood-woven basket in his right hand. The bright sun and clear sky gave great complexion to the farmer boy's fine figure, and gave a good reason to be out and about on the farm shirtless. Shadow, now ignoring the lecture, began staring at the boy with lovestruck eyes, his chin resting on his left hand.
The farmer boy continued to pluck the berries. Making his way down the lane of crops, he stumbled over his feet and dropped the basket full of berries. Worried, Shadow perked up to get a better view. The farmer boy (who was cursing under his breathe vigorously) turned away and bent down to pick up the basket and collect the dropped berries. Shadow's face relaxed and continued with studying the boy. His vision fixated on his rather round yet perky behind, his jaw lightly hanged. Drooling, Shadow stared at the farmer boy's butt as he picked up the fallen berries.
“...and that would conclude the assumption Yerza made once she found the black stone, right Shadow?” Mrs. Marva said, raising her voice with a sharp glare at Shadow.
Shadow picked up on Mrs. Marva's call immediately and turned his attention back to the lesson. Flipping his textbook to find where his fellow classmates were on, he struggled to conjure an answer.
“Look at his pants,” a girl giggled as more and more eyes landed on Shadow.
Shadow's face flustered with deep red as he realized there was a rather large bulge in his shorts.
“Ah, uh...that is uh, correct, Mrs. Merva!” Shadow said, stuttering and fumbling his words as he attempted to hide his situation with his text book. That was only met with a laugh of mockery by the whole class. Shadow looked down in embarrassment as his face became more and more red.
Shaking her head in disappointment, Mrs. Merva closed her textbook, “I'd like you to come to my house, Shadow, for a private discussion after class.”
The laughing from the class immediately changed to gasps, and a deep gulp of nervousness by Shadow. Some kids oohed, while others felt empathy for their classmate. Mrs. Merva's dark and intimidating glare bore into Shadow's embarrassed mind as the two exchanged an odd look.
The time drew around 10 o'clock at night. Shadow ran about his house trying to get everything he needed for his “private discussion” with his teacher. Picking up things here and there and putting them back down, anxiety fueled most of his actions.
“Are you sure you need to go to this?” Shadow's Mother asked, sitting in her chair while knitting.
“Yes, it's my teacher, mother,” Shadow replied in an annoyed manner as he finally wrapped his extra-thick purple cloak for the cold night.
“What did you do this time?” Mother asked again.
“Nothing, mother,” Shadow responded with a slight hesitation.
“Were you staring at the girls again?”
“No!” Shadow said with a sharp tone as he buttoned up his cloak.
“Were you staring at the boys then?”
Shadow's cheeks grew into rose puffs at the question and he quickly turned to the door.
“Forget about it!” And thus, the door slammed shut.
Shadow hurried along the steps outside his house to make a sharp turn down the street, heading towards the farmlands. Though quick, his steps were well paced and barely made a sound against the hard gravel, which slowly turned to worn out grass roads. One of the first tricks Mrs. Marva had ever taught her students was stealth, something they all have mastered. The dark mage made his way down the road until he was in complete farmland. Making a sharp turn up ahead to his left, he quickly walked down the street his teacher resided on. Following the numbers that were engraved on their doors, or sometimes their mail boxes, young Shadow eventually made it to Residential House #45. Opening the gate slowly and carefully, he ran up the walkway and onto the porch of the house. A rather old but sturdy wooden house, the windows seemed to be lit up with running electricity. Shadow knocked on it twice, enough to get the obviously awake teacher to open the door.
Sudden footsteps could not be heard, but felt against the creaky wood that send detectable vibrations onto the porch. Another trick the teacher had taught them. Frowning in the pathetic attempt to scare the student, Shadow narrowed his eyes at the opening of the door. Mrs. Marva snapped her fingers and the sclera of her eye filled with dark magic to send a thin collection of dark dust that materialized and manifested into small puffs of dark flames the moment the stream of dust touched her snapped fingers. The bursts of flames were weak and barely brushed against Shadow's face as he closed his eyes. Laughing to herself, both at the harsh look Shadow gave her and the fact that her pupil could detect her own footsteps gave enough reason for Shadow to push his teacher into the house and close the door.
Giggling here and there, Mrs. Marva lead Shadow to the dining room of the beautifully arranged house she had. A rather large rectangular wooden table was present in the dining room, that could fit about eight seats all around. Shadow took one end of it, and Mrs. Marva took her seat at the other end. Two prepared plates filled with mashed potatoes, a biscuit, and green beans steamed into the air. A common Auran dinner, the two began to quietly eat. After finishing about half the plate, Mrs. Marva put her fork down.
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“Shadow, may I ask you a question?”
Shadow's eyes quickly darted up from his eating as he put a mouthful of mashed potatoes in his mouth. In the middle of it, he nodded as he chewed and swallowed.
“If you could attempt anything in the world and you knew you could not fail, what would you do?” Mars. Marva asked, her elbows on the table with her hands folded together. Her head balanced on her hands with focused eyes looking deep into her young pupil. Wiping his face with the napkin that lay close, Shadow rose an eyebrow at question.
“Why do you ask?” the dark mage replied.
“That is not important, just answer the question.”
At this, Shadow's eyes grew a little wide in the sudden seriousness of his teacher's attitude. His purple eyes sparkled with curiosity mixed with determination.
“I guess I'd use it to help those who suffer,” Shadow said as he sipped a small glass of milk, “It's a shame what people go through.”
“I see,” Mrs. Marva said solemnly as she bent down to her side to draw a knife from her leg that was strapped on. Slowly drawing her skirt back, she quietly drew the blade. Shadow, in response, turned his right ankle in and a thin dark tentacle resinated from his foot. Speeding towards the blade and Mrs. Marva's hand, the tentacle disintegrated the blade. In all this, Shadow continued to calmly finish his dinner.
“Enough with the tests,” Shadow muffled through his food.
“It wasn't a test, 'twas a punishment,” Mrs. Marva replied in a low tone.
Shadow's eyes narrowed sharply in disapproval and doubt.
“And why's that?”
“Because your answer was selfless! In reality, everyone on this Earth would use the chance of ultimate success to give strength, power, bravery, courage, brutality, sexual desire for themselves,” Mrs. Marva said, the tone of her voice rising, “and you know that, yet you choose to help the needy? How pathetic. What a liar you are. There's no one here to impress anymore! Look around,” Mrs. Marva stretched her arms wide and turned to gesture to the absolute emptiness in the house, “No one here to paint a good picture.”
“I don't care what people think of me. Humans are generally a bother, it's a pain to want to please them,” Shadow replied, keeping his calm as he mixed a couple green beans and mashed potatoes on his fork and ate it.
Mrs. Marva's hands drew back and she fixed herself accordingly to find a comfortable seat. It was evident the young boy was serious. His choice of words. Human instead of man. A bother, instead of, annoying, or, brats. Mrs. Marva raised her right eyebrow as she studied her pupil.
“How long have you been studying philosophy in your private quarters?” Mrs. Marva asked as she resumed to playing with her food.
Caught off guard, Shadow put his fork down to concentrate on swallowing his food.
“Quite some time.”
“Around what age, do you presume?”
“Possibly around ten, or eleven.”
“That young?”
Shadow merely nodded to the statement as he took a bite out of his biscuit.
“I guess that's enough to consider you an intellectual equal,” Mrs. Marva said with a joking smile, “So, do you have any plans for finding a lover anytime soon?”
Shadow choked on his food from the sudden change of topic. Unable to swallow it, he turned to his right and coughed up the half chewed food. Grabbing the cup of milk and chugging it down, he slammed it on the table; both an anger and confusion.
“Why does it matter to you?” Shadow said, struggling to collect himself.
“You only have a year left until Lammastide.”
Lammastide was a summer holiday for the Aurans that by the age of fifteen or sixteen, young children would take a lover for life and eventually marry them (traditions vary across the country). Since relationships were based more on love and happiness and togetherness, rather than the reproduction of children, starting a family, or becoming a member of the working class, most youth of the country didn't find it hard to please their parents with a nice lover.
“I know that,” Shadow responded quietly.
“Have you taken a fancy to anyone? I've noticed a lot of the girls have been watching you with moon-struck eyes, even some of the boys,” Mrs. Marva asked with a playful attitude.
Shadow blushed a bit, “They're all annoying and pitiful. I'd end up killing them on the first date.”
“What about that farmer boy you were staring at today?” Mrs. Marva asked with a raised eyebrow. Shadow choked on his spit and his face became beet red in a heartbeat.
“D-don't worry about him,” Shadow stuttered.
“Why not? He looks like a fine lover for you. A young, well fit man who works good. Not too shabby body either,” Mrs. Marva winked at her pupil in a teasing fashion.
Shadow gasped and his face became even redder, something thought to be impossible. Calming down a bit, he fixed his posture and placed his left elbow on the table to place his head on his hand.
“It's not like my parents would ever agree to it, so it's pointless,” he muttered through his clenched teeth.
“Oh?” Mrs. Marva said in a somewhat shocked tone. She raised her glass of milk and too a quick sip, “And why is that?”
“They're all about traditional value, they'd never approve a marriage like ours,” Shadow explained with narrowed eyes.
“I'm sure they'll come to learn that a man with no privileges is the same as a man with privileges,” Mrs. Marva said, attempting to raise Shadow's spirits, “You should go after the farmer boy.”
“Stop calling him that, he has a name.”
“Oh?” Mrs. Marva said as she raised her eyebrow, “And what would that be?”
“Jason,” Shadow answered, with slight hesitation, “Jason Hendrick.”
Shadow's eyes quickly darted up from his eating as he put a mouthful of mashed potatoes in his mouth. In the middle of it, he nodded as he chewed and swallowed.
“If you could attempt anything in the world and you knew you could not fail, what would you do?” Mars. Marva asked, her elbows on the table with her hands folded together. Her head balanced on her hands with focused eyes looking deep into her young pupil. Wiping his face with the napkin that lay close, Shadow rose an eyebrow at question.
“Why do you ask?” the dark mage replied.
“That is not important, just answer the question.”
At this, Shadow's eyes grew a little wide in the sudden seriousness of his teacher's attitude. His purple eyes sparkled with curiosity mixed with determination.
“I guess I'd use it to help those who suffer,” Shadow said as he sipped a small glass of milk, “It's a shame what people go through.”
“I see,” Mrs. Marva said solemnly as she bent down to her side to draw a knife from her leg that was strapped on. Slowly drawing her skirt back, she quietly drew the blade. Shadow, in response, turned his right ankle in and a thin dark tentacle resinated from his foot. Speeding towards the blade and Mrs. Marva's hand, the tentacle disintegrated the blade. In all this, Shadow continued to calmly finish his dinner.
“Enough with the tests,” Shadow muffled through his food.
“It wasn't a test, 'twas a punishment,” Mrs. Marva replied in a low tone.
Shadow's eyes narrowed sharply in disapproval and doubt.
“And why's that?”
“Because your answer was selfless! In reality, everyone on this Earth would use the chance of ultimate success to give strength, power, bravery, courage, brutality, sexual desire for themselves,” Mrs. Marva said, the tone of her voice rising, “and you know that, yet you choose to help the needy? How pathetic. What a liar you are. There's no one here to impress anymore! Look around,” Mrs. Marva stretched her arms wide and turned to gesture to the absolute emptiness in the house, “No one here to paint a good picture.”
“I don't care what people think of me. Humans are generally a bother, it's a pain to want to please them,” Shadow replied, keeping his calm as he mixed a couple green beans and mashed potatoes on his fork and ate it.
Mrs. Marva's hands drew back and she fixed herself accordingly to find a comfortable seat. It was evident the young boy was serious. His choice of words. Human instead of man. A bother, instead of, annoying, or, brats. Mrs. Marva raised her right eyebrow as she studied her pupil.
“How long have you been studying philosophy in your private quarters?” Mrs. Marva asked as she resumed to playing with her food.
Caught off guard, Shadow put his fork down to concentrate on swallowing his food.
“Quite some time.”
“Around what age, do you presume?”
“Possibly around ten, or eleven.”
“That young?”
Shadow merely nodded to the statement as he took a bite out of his biscuit.
“I guess that's enough to consider you an intellectual equal,” Mrs. Marva said with a joking smile, “So, do you have any plans for finding a lover anytime soon?”
Shadow choked on his food from the sudden change of topic. Unable to swallow it, he turned to his right and coughed up the half chewed food. Grabbing the cup of milk and chugging it down, he slammed it on the table; both an anger and confusion.
“Why does it matter to you?” Shadow said, struggling to collect himself.
“You only have a year left until Lammastide.”
Lammastide was a summer holiday for the Aurans that by the age of fifteen or sixteen, young children would take a lover for life and eventually marry them (traditions vary across the country). Since relationships were based more on love and happiness and togetherness, rather than the reproduction of children, starting a family, or becoming a member of the working class, most youth of the country didn't find it hard to please their parents with a nice lover.
“I know that,” Shadow responded quietly.
“Have you taken a fancy to anyone? I've noticed a lot of the girls have been watching you with moon-struck eyes, even some of the boys,” Mrs. Marva asked with a playful attitude.
Shadow blushed a bit, “They're all annoying and pitiful. I'd end up killing them on the first date.”
“What about that farmer boy you were staring at today?” Mrs. Marva asked with a raised eyebrow. Shadow choked on his spit and his face became beet red in a heartbeat.
“D-don't worry about him,” Shadow stuttered.
“Why not? He looks like a fine lover for you. A young, well fit man who works good. Not too shabby body either,” Mrs. Marva winked at her pupil in a teasing fashion.
Shadow gasped and his face became even redder, something thought to be impossible. Calming down a bit, he fixed his posture and placed his left elbow on the table to place his head on his hand.
“It's not like my parents would ever agree to it, so it's pointless,” he muttered through his clenched teeth.
“Oh?” Mrs. Marva said in a somewhat shocked tone. She raised her glass of milk and too a quick sip, “And why is that?”
“They're all about traditional value, they'd never approve a marriage like ours,” Shadow explained with narrowed eyes.
“I'm sure they'll come to learn that a man with no privileges is the same as a man with privileges,” Mrs. Marva said, attempting to raise Shadow's spirits, “You should go after the farmer boy.”
“Stop calling him that, he has a name.”
“Oh?” Mrs. Marva said as she raised her eyebrow, “And what would that be?”
“Jason,” Shadow answered, with slight hesitation, “Jason Hendrick.”
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Re: Book: Philosophy (Preview, Chapters 1-9)
i've edited this a lot and changed Shadow's name to Alphonse
i am continuing this but not on here, i'll probably post it to wattpad, since i've written like 3 chapters in one week (i'm really getting my groove on)
i am continuing this but not on here, i'll probably post it to wattpad, since i've written like 3 chapters in one week (i'm really getting my groove on)
Re: Book: Philosophy (Preview, Chapters 1-9)
Shadowstar1922 wrote:i've edited this a lot and changed Shadow's name to Alphonse
i am continuing this but not on here, i'll probably post it to wattpad, since i've written like 3 chapters in one week (i'm really getting my groove on)
A part of me died when you stopped updating this topic. I've read every single one.
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