((Author's Note: I am not done with this chapter or section, but it's a start. Too much had been going where I couldn't get to it to go to the good stuff sad . But please enjoy yourself!))
I am called Midnight. I had lived in the world of darkness and omninious voices long since I could remember. I have been trained to use the skills of destruction by wit, dexterity, and two thin-line swords. My life is my masters command and my sword is for his word. I am sent to Neibrich to do as such. As I peer through the iron bar windows in my thick wooden crate, I can see snow - before the wooden train door slam into place. I had seen pictures of the falling flakes, but now I could only see them in dense thermal/humid readings from the visor of my helm. As I had trained in my early youth, I learned how to combat in all 4 seasons on various terrian possible through 3D imaging and enviromental controllers. However.. I could never see the true world naked, for they would burn like coals and I shall forever be blind beyond repair. Thus, why I must always have my helm on unless I have to repair. Even then, I have to do such under the light of the moon and stars.
I feel the rumble of the train as it slows to a hault. A whistle sounds and the thermal shaft of 'light' peirce into the compartment as the door slides opens. I hear many voices of officers directing soldiers where they should take the supplies to, yet a string of conversation caught my fancy.
"Is he any good?"
"Trained since birth, sir."
"hmp, we shall see. Take the crate off of that train!"
(edit)Suddenly, the floor underneath me rocks and my scenery outside revolves so I could see the icy mountains, the snow-weighted trees, and the dozens of soldiers work the station here. I am surprise this area is wide open, very easy to be ambushed by a small force. There was a pause, a piercing sound of gears straining, now a clunk as I am falling from the forklift down to the ground. I am grateful for my quick reflexes, for I was able to brace in time before the impact. The wood splinters about me and I hear a rush of footsteps. I got up among the rubble and dust off the snow powder. I tilt my head to release the annoying pressure and rotate my shoulders due to tension.
I look at the high ranking officer through my visor, "Sir, you should look into the wear of your machines if you are to expect for them to work properly." I step lighty on top of the debris and hop down towards his direction.
As I continue on to approach, he smirked at me, "You get what you can out here." He then straighten himself and I halt in attention. "You are called Midnight and you are here, under my orders-"
"Their orders."
"-What?" He sternly gazed as he speaks.
"My orders come directly from my masters."
He narrow his hazel eyes, "Not here. While you're among my troop you follow exactly what I say. If I tell you to jump off the cliff, you will jump off the cliff. If I tell you to kill, you will kill. What I say dictates your actions so long you are here." He takes two steps forward so that his nose almost touches my helm, "Is that clear?"
I glare back at him, "Crystal. But due mind, that if I am told to go against your orders from your superiors, I shall." He huff in my face, grumbling as he went, slapping the clipboard to an underling. I called out to him, "And don't bother to direct me in battle..." He gradually turns his head to regard me. "...you just only to keep up." I smirk, though I know he won't see it. No one can.
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