Sunday 23 February 2014

First Person, You See



I found him in the corner of the training course, scared out of his mind. I lifted my visor and looked over his odd clothing.

“You from the village?” I asked him, confused.

He looked at me blankly.

“Look, this is a training ground for new recruits to Empress Alstonia’s Army. It’s not safe for civilians to just blindly…”

He slowly rose to his feet. The odd clothing, the bright orange dyed fingers, the mystics spoke of such people. And the white shape in his hands, with the colored jewels…

“A controller? Here? Maybe the war is winnable after all…”

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