The survival series: The Survival of Councillor Kenric

Kenric's journey home

A/N- For Saladman_of_Sokeefe and KeeperisAwesome6997 .

This is purely imagination, not a theory. The previous parts were based on a theory. Kenric is still disguised as Trix, the story continues from the last chapter, the only thing different is that the last parts were a theory and these parts are imagination.

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Councillor Kenric, now known as Trix, opened his eyes to see the early morning sun stream through the tiny window. Wait.. his castle didn't have tiny windows... Nor did Oralie's, for that matter. He sat up, only to see a man. Then it came rushing back to him. He was a prisoner of the neverseen. His appearance had been changed. He was a guster. His name was Trix.

Trix sighed and got out of his small cot. This wasn't very easy. The past day had been... Hard. But then again.. he couldn't really do anything about it. He had to keep the promise he had made to himself. Kenri- Trix doesn't give up. He still hadn't gotten used to calling himself Trix. It wasn't really his name until yesterday. Oh well, he'd have to get used to it.

Suddenly, a voice interrupted his thoughts. "Hello, Trix! Jolly good day, isn't it?" Fintan was sounding especially pleased with himself today. "Here is your breakfast." Fintan put a plate of something that looked and smelled like mouldy cheese that had been baked in the sun for a few hours in front of Trix. Trix instantly gagged at the sight. "Oh come on," Fintan said. "Don't be such a royal scumbag. After all, that was your old life." He grinned and left the room, leaving Trix and the man with the interesting cuisine.

After Trix decided he could not touch the disgusting meal, he threw it out of the tiny window with the help of the man, who did not seem very keen to eat the cheese either. Trix sat down on his cot, thinking. What would happen now? What was a day usually like in the neverseen? Would Fintan make him harm the Lost cities?! Would there be some kind of training?! Before he could think of anything else, his door flew open and Trix was greeted by a hooded figure. "Umber," she said. "That is my name, and it's all you need to know, newbie. Now get up. We need to train."

Umber dragged Trix into a dark, shadowed hall. It seemed to lead to nowhere, but after about 10 minutes, they reached some sort of courtyard. The courtyard had some sort of circle marked in the middle and 5 dummies lined up in front. "Go on," Umber said. "Stand in the circle and shoot the dummies." She handed Trix some sort of throwing star, sharp enough to kill a full grown man in one swipe. He gulped and shakily stepped into the circle. He couldn't move. He couldn't shoot the star. Violence just... Wasn't in his blood. It was not something he did. His hand shook as he tried to lift the throwing star but it was as heavy as... Never mind. Describing the evil weapon would make it worse. By now, Trix was sweating and his whole body was shaking. Suddenly, he felt someone walk up to him.

" You can't do it, can you? You can't kill. You can't save your life in the fear that someone else's will end.. you can't let go of Kenric, can you?" Fintan said. "Answer me!" He said, louder. "YOU CAN'T LET GO, CAN YOU?!" "N-no.." Trix said. "Well, you better." Fintan said. "You better let go, because you are Trix of the Neverseen, and you better act like it."

To be continued..