Pentagon

Chapter 18- Kill or be killed.

Olympia opened the doors to the training grounds and stepped inside to see the group of teens laughing and joking around which made Olympia smile to herself.

She cleared her throat, gaining the attention of the young kids immediately. 

"Good morning" Olympia said, bowing to the group in front of her. When she looked up she saw how they all shifted in their stance, unsure of what to do with themselves.

Olympia scoffed before walking closer to them. They all bowed and bid her good morning before standing up straight.

"Right well let's get to it then" Olympia stated, standing with one leg in front of the other. She reached her arm out which confused the young boys and girls.

One of them was about to ask Olympia what was going on until she pointed her index finger down to the ground, causing everyone present to fall.

"Good. Now that we are all on the ground, I want you to give me 50. If you falter for even a second then I'll add 10 more, begin." Olympia stated, earing wide eyed looks from the group.

Olympia's eyes went dark.

"Did I stutter?" She questioned, her face, emotionless and her eyes, dead looking.

Olympia rolled her eyes and got down to the ground in a push up position. She stared at the group and waited for them to begin. When they started, so did she but the difference between most of them was that Olympia usually did more than 50 so it wasn't too taxingfor her to do, but who's counting?.

After a series of warm ups, they went straight into fighting stances and sparring. After about five hours of gruesome training, Olympia decided that she should end it here for today so that she could have enough time to go over more papers on The Order.

They all looked dead by the end of training which made Olympia chuckle just a bit. One of them, a young man came towards her.

"Your grace?" He called, bowing down to Olympia.

"Speak" she kindly demanded, making the young man look up at her, hope brimming in his brown eyes. "Thanks for coming back" he said, bowing once more before walking away.

Olympia stood there dazed.

"Did they really miss me that much?" She thought to herself, a smile forming on her face. Olympia shook her head and went back to her normal dead looking face before anyone could see her smiling.

Olympia looked up at the sky and took a deep breath before walking back towards her home.

While walking she remembered the voice of the little girl asking for help. A frown tugged at her face when she started to feel useless for her. Olympia didn't know who the child was but whoever they were, she couldn't help but feel this need to protect the poor child.

It was as if her body knew what she should do before her mind did.

Olympia wondered where this little girl was and when she would meet her as well as hoping that she could get to the poor girl in time.

Olympia knew at a young age what most children shouldn't know until they are older.

This world was one of kill or be killed, to be the survivor among survivors. This was The orders world, and Olympia was going to make it hers.

"Welcome back, your grace!" A woman said as she was guarding the back doors of Olympis home. Olympia raised her hand in order to acknowledge her which made the woman look at her in worry.

"Is everything alright, your grace?" She questioned to which Olympia answered with "Just a headache" before walking into her home.

When she got to the main lobby she heard a rather annoying commotion coming from the stairs. She turned around slightly in order to face the stairs to see Ross and Ann arguing about something.