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We sat with our feet hanging off the edge of the massive clock tower. Below us, a sprawling town of black marble stood gleaming in the morning sun. It was ironic that a town full of trained killers was surrounded by a beautiful landscape. I took a deep breath in, feeling my loose black cloak tighten and then release with my huge sigh. As I stared at an eagle flying off in the distance, something hit me.
“Lira,” a man said in my fuzzy memory, “you know that’s not how you feed the cows, my little harp.” The bear-like man laughed, and the warm noise made me smile and giggle at him. In my vision, I was sitting on the back of a cow, slapping it to make it run for me, although I was actually supposed to be feeding them. My body was so tiny, and all I could see was expansive farm grounds and a large cottage on a hill. The man placed me in his muscled arms and held me over his shoulder. As I looked up, a hawk flew over my head and let out a massive cry.
“Lira,” Xenos, the boy sitting with me shook me out of the memory; his gloved hands grasped my shoulders slightly, making sure I wouldn’t fall of the clock tower.
“Did you have another memory?” he asked. His piercing emerald eyes that were surrounded by a ring of violet pierced into my own purple-flecked silver ones. His black hair fell to his chin and was layered along the sides. His face, like my own, was almost near perfection with full lips and wide eyes with sharp eyebrows. In his face, there was nothing but symmetry. In my face, that was all I saw too.
“Yes,” I said softly. This occurrence of memories from the past was happening more and more frequently. It wasn’t supposed to happen though. They were supposed to be locked away, these strange visions. It was part of the system of how things were run around here, and I didn’t know what was happening to open these memories up again. Were they even mine? I had no clue.
“You need to talk to a Captain,” Xenos said. His gloved hands covered his face, which signaled he was thinking about my problem.
“And then what? They’d try to erase all of my memories again? No thanks, I’d rather keep some,” I replied. Xenos sat up shook his head.
“I think they could be more specific than to remove your newer memories,” he said. I scoffed. I did not trust the technology and mystics around here, both of which had been used to remove all memories I had possessed before I came to this town.
The first memory I can actually remember, that I’m supposed to remember at least, was of arriving here. A man, cloaked exactly like how Xenos and I were currently, brought me through a dark portal and onto the grassy sloped that lead down to the town. My powers, the ones that had signaled this group, were then inspected. I was shown to be above average and they set me in a course for the best of the newcomers.
I was told everything about this god-forsaken town and was told that I was born to live here. That’s what my powers were all about. About being a part of the Esgyrn, this group that resided secretly over Illia, my homeland. They used deception and death, but since I held the same powers most of the others did, that meant I was meant to join this death, this deception.
Xenos was recruited by the Esgyrn the same time as I was, and we were placed in a class of two hundred. We were put through the first summoning of our weapons. Our powers were something of awesome might. We, the Esgyrn, could manipulate all darkness, and depending on our level of practice and effort, do other decidedly spectacular things. We would each train in our area of which we naturally excelled, but for the first few years, there were only group courses. The summoning was a group course.
Our powers allowed us to summon special weapons that were meant for us. As long as you had powers, a weapon of some sort was bonded to you. That day, only a month after I arrived, I gained possession of a weapon that proved my true power. At the age of twelve, out of the darkness of another realm, two swords with detailed handles of ruby and violet pulsed into my hands and from then on came at will, but followed by said darkness. Xenos found out a scimitar, almost equally powerful as my two weapons, was bonded to him.
That day, Xenos and I were placed at the head of our class. Slowly the training became more and more rigorous, to the point where every month a couple more class members would die. I could see their faces, beautiful like mine from the power, die in various horrible ways. I was numb though from their deaths, and I knew that if I ever lost that numbness, I too would die.
“You’re questioning this place again, aren’t you?” Xenos asked darkly. His sharp face made it impossible to lie.
“No, I’m just remembering,” I said softly. I looked at his face, and he gripped my hand tightly. Love was something that was nearly impossible to find in this place, but we managed to somewhat make it through. But, since we were only seventeen, it was hard to tell if what we had would be considered love in the world outside this darkness. I wasn’t condemning the darkness though, for from it I had powers most only dream about.
“You cannot be weak,” Xenos reminded me. I smiled darkly, and revealed my somewhat pointed teeth. Summoning my two swords I held them on my lap.
“When have I ever been?” I asked. I needed to push these memories out of my head, that way I would not begin to grow weak. Why try remember a life that only existed before this? I wondered. I born to live in darkness, my heart thrived in it, my body longed for its chaos. Yet somehow, somewhere, deep inside this body held together by the blood of others that I had killed or would kill, I knew I could not survive like this for long.
At that moment that I realized I needed to harden myself, the bell on the clock tower rang once. It was a menacing noise that signaled Bloodtraining. The time to prove myself had come.
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