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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