|Chrome Shelled Regios: One Born of Blood
Author: White Nightmare PM
Hello! *waves* This is my first story so comments are more than welcome. This story takes place in the Chrome Shelled world but the characters are all different. You might see some of the cites but I don't know. So read, review, and enjoy.Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure - Chapters: 3 - Words: 3,259 - Updated: 02-26-12 - Published: 01-19-12 - id: 7757392
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"Hello, White Nightmare here," I wave. "I'm sorry for not posting chapters for a while I'll try to get better but hey life happens and I was busy with writing things for the school magazine. But, that's done and over so I should be able to post more often now. Sorry for the delay. Sorry fo-"
"OW, DRAKE THAT HURT!"
"Just start the chapter already," he says.
I guess that's my story. Now back to the time frame I live and speak; a chaotic world.
Two more military arts students leap into the ring as I pushed my way towards Andor. Quickly they picked him up and laid him upon a stretcher. They then leaped out in a perfectly synchronized arc so that the stretcher wouldn't tip. I turned but I was already in the mass, stuck.
"Please everyone calm down the president is about to give his address."
That got most people to move. I began to walk/run towards the exit.
"Wait a minute."
The man who had spoken earlier stepped in front of me, blocking my path.
"The president's speech is about to begin."
"I need to see my friend. He's the one who got hurt," I said.
"Don't worry he'll be fine."
"I said I need to see him." I was already mad at Andor so I didn't need some fancy high up idiot telling me to stay.
"Mam you really need to stay."
"Get out of my way," getting more and more pissed, this really wasn't my day.
"Mam you're making a scene."
Looking around I saw that I was already in his face and half yelling. That pulled the attention of half the group that had surrounded Andor. And really I didn't need a reputation of being an upstart before the term began. Pulling back I glowered at everyone and strode off into the crowd. The doors on a balcony opened revealing a man with short blond hair and brown eyes. He strode out onto the balcony, placing his hands on the rail and leaning upon them.
"Students of Laytel, my students, we are facing a crisis."
I woke up in a hospital bed. The fact that I was in a hospital with bandages around my skull wasn't what annoyed me. What did was "the feeling" was still there. I mean c'mon even after dealing with a friend who was annoyed at me (I still don't know why) and getting slammed and knocked out into a wall I still have more problems coming up. Just give me a freaking break Mr. Author. (WN: "Hey shut it you're not supposed to know about me.") The form of my feeling was close. To be specific directly sitting to the left of me in a wooden chair.
"Good day my name is Alyssa Valdor the head of the Military Arts," she said.
Mental groan, whatever she had to say I knew I wasn't going to end up liking it. She had short woody brown hair that flared out in points at the end and had cool almost icy blue eyes. And then, suddenly, she bowed. To say I was surprised would be an understatement. For the head of the military arts to downright bow to me was just shocking. The problem was it intensified "the feeling".
"Please join the Military Arts division."
"Well, frack," I thought.
"Yes a crisis," the president said in response to the murmurs that sprang up like weeds in the crowd.
"Laytel is dying. In the last intermunicipal battle we lost our last mine. Luckily the tanks still have fuel to run for some months so there is no need to worry. We will abandon the city if fuel does become a problem. But I know that will not happen. I know that Laytel will survive. I know that our Military Arts students will pull a victory in an intermunicipal battle and earn us mine. I KNOW that we will be able to rise as the powerful Valkyrie that we are. I KNOW that WE WILL RISE!"
I'll admit it I liked the speech. The audience roared and cheered to his words that bellowed out across the courtyard.
"And so I must ask of you that if you have ANY skill in the Military Arts to please join them so that WE may build this city TOGETHER!"
So paint the "rise from the ashes" and then rally everyone to your banner. If I didn't want to join the Military Arts two minutes ago I would now. Either way I was going in, this just made things a lot easier. I grinned.
"So basically the city's running out of fuel and you want me to join the Military Arts in the event that Laytel finds another city so that I can fight for Laytel," I said.
She doesn't beat around the bush I'll give her that.
"I'm going to ask this, what if I say no."
"Then you don't join."
Well I might be able to get out of this anyway.
"However, the information is very easy to access; in fact it's on the homepage of our website."
…Bastard. Either join or become the scourge of a dying city; great just great.
"Fine, I'll join; so now what."
"What else, we place you in a platoon and you go to meet them," she smiled, "You're certainly well enough to go now."
Great just great I get hurled into the Military Arts on my first day. This really was a bad day.
To my assuring Twin
From White Nightmare
I could not agree more with your choice of Cassandra. Along with this letter that I am writing I will be writing one to Cassandra.
To the ever eager Cassandra S. Selendis
From White Nightmare
How are you? It has been a while since we've last corresponded hasn't it. I hope that you are well. I am writing to you in the asking that you will stand by me in this writing escapade. Would you also advise me upon any course of action you think I should take. Waiting for your reply.