No Longer Prey

Prologue

It's funny, how time flies when you're having fun. Yet, oddly enough, it flies when you experience the exact opposite as well. Fear. Anticipation. Anxiety. They all affect the passage of time within your body, and your mind.

Now, when you're an old woman such as Kipali, your sense of time all but withers away. She doesn't care about a clock or it's meaningless numbers. They signal nothing but hassle and anticipation, and a calm mind must be clear of those negative waves of energy to function.

But, as most did not share her philosophy of time, she was required to name a specific hour at which her young pupils were to speak to her. She requested a meeting with her students. They had become rather distant and closed off once they had returned from their assignment. The boy, especially. An interesting one, that one. One would suppose that having never been around a single meta in their lifetime, he would be the outsider, the "odd one out", as they would say. Well, one would be correct.

A non-meta or supernaturally powered human amidst a literal army of them.... Well. He is not weak. In fact, he more than makes up for it with his knowledge. Knowledge of the non-gifted people that relentlessly attack our populations, all because of a sort of grudge they have held for eons. He knows of their "technology" and military squads, as they call them. He knows their battle tactics, and of their preferred usage of stealth missions against innocent villages where magic dwells. He knows where they hide, and what they train for. And, an old lady like Kipali could more than appreciate the good looks of a young man. Him and the girl share this trait, though hers are more subtle. Being related by half a blood does in no way sever the protectiveness she has over him, despite him being older. And a skilled assassin, nonetheless. Where did he learn all these things? Why does he know them? The simple answer, is that he was one of them.

The sister, louder, and more confident than her brother, was not. They shared a mother, but her father was of meta descent. She had lived with Kapali for a month now, learning to to hone her capabilities involving healing as to be more useful to her partner, the boy, in their assignments. It is apparent, however, that she had not yet honed her skill when the pair entered the room.

Bruised, scarred, and bloody in the face, they had a distant look in their eyes.
"Oh dear me," Kapali sighed in silent concern as they sat in the rickety wooden chairs and winced. The boy gripped the arm rest of his seat with pained strength as he gritted his teeth and forced out his words.
"We..."
He hesitated. He did not look Kapali in the eyes, and that worried her. He instead looked to his sister, who shook her head in defeat.
"Might as well spit it out, I guess..." She sighed. Pulling a bloody strand of brown hair behind her ear, she speaks once again.
"We may have brought back a...."
She paused for a moment, thinking. What could these two have possibly done?
"A... souvenir, of sorts."
"From a hit mission?" Questions Kapali.
"A child." The boy clarifies. "We saved a child from their headquarters."

A/N; Horray for boring prologue! Sorry if it was boring and had no explanation, I was kind of winging this one. First story, first writing, bound to not be as good as others. Anyway, I hope you liked it and feel free to comment!