TRAINING BEGINS.
1774, JULY 28th.
Noche nearly jumped out of her skin when the doors flew open. Cherries smirked as he walked inside. Sitting at a desk was the woman Noche saw in that desert. Behind the stack of papers she could only see her head, but that was all she needed to see. Noche would never forget those green snake like dreadlocks and red moon glasses.
"GODS! Cherries!" Medusa held a pen snapped in two, "You nearly gave me a heart att... Isn't that-"
"It is. Her name is Noche and she wants to enroll in HOPE."
Medusa's mouth hung open, but no words came out – she blinked.
"NO! Absolutely not! She's still recovering."
"What can I say? Its out of my hands." Cherries shrugged.
Medusa turned her gaze on Noche. It was then Noche knew why the President was called as such. Her glare was intense.
"Noche, was it? I'm glad to see you're doing well... But it's a bad idea for you to try and join Cross now." Medusa said, "Maybe in a year or two when-"
"NO!" Noche shouted.
Both Cherries and Medusa were slightly wide eyed.
"I... I can't wait that long."
Noche dug the fingers of her right hand into her left arm's bicep.
"I need to do something... I need to move forward... So I can get out of that desert." Noche said, "But if I stay still... Then it feels no different than when I was trapped there... I can't sit still and do... Nothing."
Noche shuddered when she said the word. The thought alone was too much. It welled up an ice cold feeling in her veins. Fear. Absolute mind-numbing fear. Noche snapped out of the feeling and noticed Medusa's glare had softened.
"I... I want to join Cross so I can recover my memories." Noche said, "The best way to join is through HOPE. So I want to enroll."
Medusa sighed.
"PLEASE! I'm begging you."
"Noche... Even if I want to help you... I already picked Cherries." Medusa said, "I respect the fact he's a pacifist and admire his desire for peace."
"What?!"
Noche turned towards Cherries.
"Sup." He held up a peace sign, "But as President, you also know who HASN'T made a pick."
Medusa sighed again.
"If I help you... Will you let me finish these documents?" Medusa said, "I have an annual United Government council meeting coming up and I need to sign a ton of papers before I can send Dreg."
"Why not send Rust?" Cherries said.
"Cause Rust, gets to teach this semester." Medusa ground her teeth, "So he's busy preparing his curriculum... I never should have agreed to drawing straws."
Cherries smiled as Medusa muttered that last bit.
"You'll get your turn... One day." He said, "But yeah. Who hasn't picked?"
"Only General Salt and General Trio."
Cherries frowned and this made Noche feel like ants were crawling all over her.
"Cherries... Whats... Whats wrong." Noche asked.
"Well... Salt is a bit... Uhhh."
"He's timid." Medusa said.
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Epics of Noche 1, Anchor
AksiHow far would you go to NEVER fail again? This question will push Noche L. Grim to the test as she attempts to join the Cross Military. With their resources she intends to find DeathTech and recover her memories. However, when she lives on a conti...
