"Living in the shadows for almost half my life has taught me one thing: It is not the darkness you should be afraid of, it's the daylight because that is when you let your guard down. It is during the day, when you feel safe, that your enemies can p...
Hi again, sorry for the long wait, here's the third chapter!
and I need you not in the ways to survive, but in the ways that make life worth living
-anonymous
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Prydwen's POV
I wondered as I looked at him in confusion, about what this 'work' was. The last time he wanted something done from me, I had a concussion and quite a few broken bones. He had wanted me to kill a Monster before it tried to cause any rampage in the Warrior city.
I've had so many broken bones and torn muscles in the last six years that I had forgotten the pain. It didn't hurt anymore. I mean, it did but I was used to it. Even if I had to put my displaced shoulder, nose, or any other joint back into place, I did it like I was moving my muscles, not displacing them all over again. Physical pain meant minimal to me, it was emotional pain and anguish that bothered my senses. That was what I needed to learn to control.
Warriors were supposed to be holy and blessed folk that protected, basically themselves, and rarely, other creatures from evil.
As a child, I had been told that the Warriors had earned the favour and support of the Angels, thus making them hallow. I never understood why I was excluded. I was a Warrior too; was it because I was a murderer? It couldn't be, I wasn't a criminal, it had never been my fault. But I guess that had never mattered to most people.
Augustus and Elisa Warrior, two of the greatest Angels, were known to be impartial towards the living creatures, but as believed by me, I knew it was not true. There were a lot of examples to prove it. Take mine.
They, Augustus and Elisa, according to the ancient legends, were the first of the Warrior race to exist. I had no idea how they got promoted from being a normal Warrior couple to being two of the most respected beings of this world, but one could guess that it must have been a great deed, I wouldn't know. Actually, that also raised the question of who promoted them. I had no information on that either.
I walked towards the refrigerator, pondering over the type of work my father had for me. I pulled open the door and poked my head in, all the while being aware of his presence behind me, waiting for me to give him my attention again. I groaned silently when I found nothing worth eating in the cold machine. I was going to have to settle with an apple. I took a side to my left and grabbed one from the basket of apples, jumped up on the counter and bit into the plump fruit. I gestured at him to continue with my hand, my mouth being preoccupied at the moment.
"This one is a bit difficult," he warned. I hummed, indicating for him to go on. The warning didn't bother me. Danger and risk weren't something I was afraid to face, I could survive just fine.
