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Literature Text
Age 20 (2 years)
Dear Mama and Papa
I have improved greatly on my skills in Xuan Xi, Wolf-Sung, and now Quy-Tu. Quy-Tu, I remember about Papa telling me this technique in his stories when he had close encounters with the enemy back in his day. It was amazing and it feels amazing. I never knew how such simple grapple techniques could cause so much pain. Thankfully when were doing the move set on one another, GySgt. Orha counts about 5 seconds before we do serious damage to each other. The annual fight tournament had gone well for me, because of all the intense training he has sent me through; I was able to win this year’s match. So that puts me as number one for two years in a row now. I can’t believe it has been three years already. I feel so different from then. I feel confident that I can make it through these 10 years. On another happy note, The Eyeless Wolf is giving us more breaks of free time since we won the tourney. However he has intensified our regiment. I’ve been looking at the history of our people and trying to understand why we are in this war. Well, I know why, but it helps looking in the details to understand the enemy. Now about Xrodan. I know Papa from your letter that I shouldn’t being seeing other men. You have to understand Papa, he is the only one that respects and admires me. The rest of the group hates me for being the strongest of the pack. They really hate him too. They’re jealous of all the improvement he has done so far to his body. He really is handsome now that his belly is gone. Besides me, he is the second strongest and we sort of have a friendly rivalry. Still I can trust him. Plus, I love him Papa and he loves me.
Telerenn
There in the small Military Library, very few cadets where there looking through the history books of Vera-Dirus. Some of them might have been outdated by now, but Telerenn thought whatever info she could find would be useful. She looked up the Arrogates and there battle strategies. Neoralis clan believe more in stealth and less in forceful attacks. They have no mercy or honor in battle and will raid villages and provinces. Before doing so they will typically send scouts to see if they can find an opportune to strike. In recent years, they had tried to attack and infiltrate Le’teq training ground. A few of them were successful in killing large number cadets by doing Erdea. It’s a suicide method that uses explosives strapped around their bodies. If that wasn’t insane enough, they used these soldiers as air raid tactic. That was probably why it was so guarded all those years ago.
This war had further her interest to how it even all started in the first place. After the Modernism Age of space travel, colonization of lunar and terrestrial environments was the death of Queen Alpha Wyndra. The Kinsa clan was next in line to the throne. The ideals of the Kinsas were radical but progressive. No more would a Direan be assigned to do something for the rest of his life because of his birth. A Titan would not longer need to be required as a soldier. Verians could study to greater than the common worker. They believed the freedom of choice, real choice. To become whoever you want to be. Another ideal was that no longer would there be kingdoms that separate each clan, but as one united republic. This though did not settle well with larger and smaller clans.
This had created the Arrogates who wanted to overthrow the Kinsa’s kingdom and run as the supreme clan. They believed in the Survival of the Fittest. The Uldeer in the outskirts of the capitol of Ethangrad made the first declaration of war by attacking the village with a Sinkhole Bomb. So far the only clans the Kinsa had were going over through no violent negotiations were the Volde. Uldeer were laying out heavy fire on the Ethengrad territory. Neoralis and a handful of smaller clans were as strong and powerful compared to the mighty people of Sparta back in ancient times of Earth. It had made Telerenn wondered: was it possible that the Pack Wars would end before she is released? If that were so…what would she do if there were no war to fight in?
Her thoughts were briefly halted when Xrodan came looking for Telerenn.
“Beating down the books, there Captain Bitch?”
“Hey Fat ass. Yeah, just looking through history and strategies from the greats.”
“Smart move. No wonder why your head of our class.”
“Hey…”
“Hm?”
“This may all seem a bit random to ask of you, but what if…the war ended?”
“That’s a dream.”
“No, I’m being serious. What if it ended before we graduated here?”
“Well have to do at least ten more years in the actual service before we get an honorable discharge. That’s only if you manage to survive for that long.”
“Still, what would you do?”
He thought about it. “I’ll own a club.”
She tried to hold back the giggles. “What?”
“Yeah, an actual club. I use to love making club houses when I was a kid.”
“That was in a tree. You’re talking about adults here Xrodan.”
“I know that. I’m saying like a music club. We’ll serve coffee or stiff drinks. Listen music. Have live performances. I want to call it…The Number Eight”
“Just the number?”
“No the name of the club will be called The Number Eight.”
“…Ok. I never really expect that from you.”
“I guess we haven’t been having enough secret chats.”
“Shh! You know nobody should know about us. Dating is forbidden.”
“Yeah I know.” He rubbed her leg with his foot. She had to hide her face behind a book to cover her blushing cheeks. That was one of her sweet spots.
“If I ever own a club, maybe I should let you sing.”
“Don’t talk me that way, I can’t sing.”
“Your humming alone puts my heart at peace.”
She kicked him in the knee under the table.
“Stop it or I’ll die.”
“Ok fine. What about you though?”
“To tell you honestly, I rather not fight anymore. I just want to go home to my family. Be with my papa and help him cut down trees.”
“Sounds like a simple life.”
“That’s all I want really.”
“Well, just want to say hi and tell you we’re back on the field in ten minutes.”
He slyly back away from the table and went towards the exit. They both looked at each other to silently signal if they were going to meet each other in their secret spot. Both confirmed the look; it was on for tonight.
The hours had passed, the platoon was asleep, and the Drill Master was nowhere to be seen. There was a place that served as a blind spot to the guardsmen that somehow haven’t noticed. In the chain fence was a hole but it was unnoticeable because it gave the illusion of not being there. Telerenn and Xrodan would go through the fence once a week into the dark forest. Of course it would not too far but far enough not to be seen. There in the woods they would talk about there families. Stories of when they were younger. Even the times of triasl with being here at the base. It helped kept their sanity together. However when the talking was over, the silence turned to touching. The touching lead to the kissing. The kissing lead to the embrace. The embrace became passion. Passion became love. Now to a Direan, this process isn’t as sweet as it sounds. This process is violent and brutal at first, but as it practiced, it becomes smoother and calmer.
The reason being like so is that each mate must be seen as worthy of each other. In the case of Telerenn, Xrodan has proven himself in combat and in will power during the years. He is pretty much the second strongest in her platoon and has him consider her equal. The problem was doing this process and being quiet. Telerenn tended to be a howler while Xrodan was a yeller. They had to stop on several occasions because when they reached their climax, it would expose them to the guards. The solution to that problem was the will lock lips in order not to make the noises.
When Telerenn was satisfied, she had the tendency to hum. To Xrodan, depending how she hummed, the higher she was happy. The lower she was pleased. He always aimed high for Telerenn. Her humming was so beautiful though; it was like a lullaby that nearly put Xrodan to sleep. They knew they couldn’t sleep where they were and had to get back to camp. So they did. This relationship had been alive for several months. It made the days easier for themselves and wanted to last as long as it could. Until fated morning, Xrodan was not in his cot.
Telerenn had hope to see him in the usual line up, but he wasn’t there. It was then she saw him, but in the back of a truck being transfer somewhere far. It was then, Telerenn did the most foolishly but ballsiest move in her years there. As squad leader she order the entire platoon to salute Xrodan as he was seen leaving the distance. So angered, GySgt. Orha had relived her of duty as squad leader. To put more salt on her wound, he ordered her not show her face around him until tomorrow. Where he pointed was the fence where their secret spot was; it was then she realized he knew.
When she sat there in the woods, she thought of ways of killing The Eyeless Wolf. In the end though, she came to terms and knew it wasn’t going to bring Xrodan back. It was then and there that she truly hated her Drill Master. One day, he was going to pay to what he did to her and Xrodan. A week had passed by and Telerenn had decided to write her last letter to her parents against her better judgment.
Mama. Papa.
My letters have been compromised. I’m sorry, but I will no longer write to you.
Telerenn.
Years had went by everything became routine. She became colder, harder, and calculating. She had refused to talk to anyone there in her platoon. She couldn’t trust them with her life, even though that was what the corp preached everyday. She found herself to be angry all the time, but managed to keep it silent. She had to channel that anger into her strength to become more powerful. From this, most of the squads there were frighten of her and stayed clear out of her way. In her free time, she trained extra harder in the gym on base with the weights and studied more strategies Her muscles became bigger but because of training of the martial arts. The muscles in her body spread evenly, giving the appearance that she was lean. When they reached the 6th year, the routine had change. Now weapons were coming into play. It started out clumsy at first, but when a few weeks had gone by they got use to the weapons. Telerenn’s preferred favorite for melee was the Buster Scythe. This weapon, if the Grim Reaper had design it himself, look like an evil sickle. The metal alloys of Aluminum that has been crushed between the forced of a metal smasher exerting the force of 60,000 kilograms per square centimeter had made it stronger than steel and still manage to be very lightweight. The reason for it being called buster is that attached to the handle grip is the controls to send currents of electricity to blade. It heats the metal to where it could slice anything with very few swipes.
Telerenn had to admit; it was not the best weapon. Compared to the battle hammer or the elegance of a sword it was not the most practical; but it was such an intimidating weapon. It just felt right in her hands and she loved it. When it came to ballistics that was a completely different story. The Railgun. No questions about it. The shear power of the bullet being launched out her hands sent a near orgasmic sensation in her body. Again, not the most practical weapon. There was very little ammunition and required focus to hit the targets. Telerenn had no problems with this in that aspect. She was one of the most accurate shooters on the base, but still ammo was short. Second to the Railgun, was the Mini Machine gun because of the wide range of hits it can do in a very short amount of time. The third weapon of choice was the Rifle. More accuracy and easier to carry compared to the Rail Gun and the Mini Machine gun.
Into her 8th year she was reappointed as Squad leader because of the men and women in her Platoon had failed the expectations of GySgt. Orha. Telerenn was the only reason that their platoon was winning the tourneys. Somehow she even became stronger than the more experienced cadets. In her 9th year she was against Fenier in the fighter tournament.
Now about Fenier, over the years he had mutated into this behemoth of a Titan. His muscles kept getting bigger throughout the years. There was a joke among the cadets that every time he walked, he caused earthquakes. He sometimes even had torn his own uniform because of his girth only. In previous tourney’s every wolf that had fought him could not even penetrate through his mass. He was a hulk among Titans. Over the years, Fenier had always sent private challenging matches to Telerenn. However she had personally declined because she would rather train alone. It had been a growing grudge between these two.
The gym was packed to the teeth from the other cadets. Two of the strongest Titans on the base were going head to head. In the corner benches, GySgt. Orha kept a watchful eye on the match, wondering if all the effort he put in Telerenn was going to pay off. Trying to fit between the doors, Fenier squeezed his massive body inside and proceeded to the courtyard. There waiting for him, was Telerenn. The two didn’t have means for trash talk, once they saw each other the fight had instantly started.
Fenier had opened up with a side chop, but was blocked by Telerenn’s forearm. She moved in with a powerful fist, but grasped by his mighty sized hand. Before he crushed her hand; she used the sharp claws on her feet to dig deep enough in his knee to release her. They back off from each other and engaged in a stare down. In order to win this fight, she needed to hit his softest points of his body. Namely the joints that must be going through tremendous stress to support him. She had to avoid him grabbing her or else she’s good as dead. The furious Feneir leapt to where she was standing trying to land a punch. It was easy for her to dodge, but the real concern was his tail. Sure enough, his tail came in for the swipe from behind her. She was able to grapple the tail and keep kicking his tailbone.
Pain surged through his spine with each repeated kick. He had enough of her and decided to finish this. The thrust of his arm was so fast she didn’t even have time to respond to his attack. He was starting to place her in a sleeper hold. She felt like she was about to pass out. She had one option to get out this situation. She clawed thumb-jabbed into Fenier’s jugular vein. The punctured artery instantly caused him to let go instantly to stop the blood from spilling. That was when the audience began to witness the dismantling of a behemoth. She went for his legs and dislocated his kneecaps by twisting them by hand. Fenier was rendered immobile. He tried to fight her off with his free arm. She caught his clumsy arm and dislocated his hand and elbow.
She delivered a roundhouse kick to his skull and sends him down to the floor. Blood was spewing everywhere from his wound, he was just trying to keep the blood inside, rather on the fight. Telerenn kept on kicking the behemoth down and crushing his ego.
She felt a hand on her shoulder that place a lot of pressure. She was able to turn her head to see GySgt. Orha trying to stop her. The past acts of the GySgt further fueled her frenzy and continues with her giving a kick to his stomach. It was enough for him to back off. The cheering had stopped and went dead silent. The fight however, continued on. Every move she made was being blocked with his one arm alone. She then went to the defensive from his attacks. He was using movesets she had never seen before each hit was extremely painful. She tried to keep her stamina up and tried to wade it out to catch her thoughts. He was not relenting and kept pursuing her.
In that moment, she used her Xuan Xi skills and saw her chance at a for a reversal. She then performed a cross-counter move that had left four claw marks on GySgt. Orha’ face. The force of the move destroyed his sunglasses revealing his eyes to the world. The light had totally blinded him leaving more opening of attacks. She was about to finish him once and for all, but her platoon had stepped and tried to restrain the Titan. In the horror of seeing the titan take down the brute, the troops charge and piled on top of her to stop her fighting rage.
The weight of her platoon had caused her to stop. She was awarded the victory against Fenier. No one had cheered. Everyone was quiet in fear of her and in shock of what had happen. She retreats to her cot and curls herself up with ears down, silently reflecting as she awaits her dishonorable discharge or even worse.
Later that night, she was called to GySgt. Orha’s office to receive the axe. Instead it ended up as the strangest conversation of her life.
She knocks and had asked permission to enter. She was approved. His office was dimly illuminated. Pictures of his times of service were placed on the wall. The fan on the ceiling spun high trying to fight off the heat. It didn’t stop her from sweating.
She stood there ready to take her discharge but that wasn’t the case.
“At ease soldier. Take a seat.”
She slowly sat down in the chair to look at him. The bandages and gauze had wrapped over his muzzle. He wore another pair of sunglasses that were mirrored.
“The moment I laid my eyes on you, I knew, you were not like the others. By the look in your eyes you killed a man, hopefully, an enemy to our kingdom. You lost your innocence. So my goal with you was not break your innocence, but your fear. I could see you had great fear that was blocking your potential. My mission was to turn you into the greatest killing machine that has been ever made.”
He places his hand over the injury that she inflicted on him.
“I was successful. This mark you did to my face has been the greatest gift someone has ever given me.”
She was hesitant to speak, but she managed to sum up some courage. “Why?”
He leaned a bit back in his chair.
“I tell you honestly. This war that all of you are going to, chances a lot of the breeds that enter, are not going to make it. Including Titans. That’s how strong this enemy is. Perfect example, Fenier. Just because he is so big, doesn’t mean he can make it through the war. He’s just a big open target. He won’t last out there because you just proved that today. Telerenn…” he leaned in closer taking of his glasses to show his true eyes. They were completely black and glossy.
“You are my masterpiece.”
Those words brought with it a sense of disgust in her mind, she had let him mold her into what she was now. Her hate for this man had made her a violent killing machine of his warped dreams. She couldn’t feel anything but numbness in her heart.
“Now this conversation. It never happened. If anyone asks, tell them I reprimanded you. When you go back out there, it’s business as usual. Understood?”
“Yes sir.”
“Dismissed.”
As she sat back in her cot for the rest of the night, she wondered if this war was all that was left for her now. If it ends before she graduates, what purpose will there be for a killing machine? She stopped thinking about it and went to bed.
As the last year went by, many of the undergrads tried to be her ‘friend’. A few of them she didn’t mind talking to occasionally, but the rest she ignored. Her platoon were more open to her, but she didn’t want to get too close to them either. When she fought in the tourney, many of the 9th year cadets tried their damnedest to fight her, but for Telerenn, the challenge was mild. The word “challenging” can’t come close. Once she received her certificate, she finally felt a satisfaction that she went to from being a Private to Corporal. Meaning at least she’ll have some authority to have a say on something. A bonus would be that she would be leaving this forest of hell and never return to it. Sadly she’ll go out of this hell…go into another.
