Awakened

Unexpected Findings

The camp was loud, scary, and full of Razors who kept walking past the little girl's cell. She was chained in a cage that was far too big for her, a chain being cuffed to her neck to stop her from even being able to get close to the bars. Her gorgeous hair, which was as white as snow was all messy, full of dirt, leaves, and every sign to show that she seemed to have been dragged through the mud, quite literally as well.

"So, what reason did the boss have for wanting us to collect this kid? She doesn't look all that important." A Razor could be heard speaking outside of the little girl's cell. Two guards were standing outside of her cell, she knew it was one of the two guards that were speaking. "Don't know. It's not wise to question the boss's reasons though. The girl is likely just valuable merchandise for our partners." The other Razor had spoken with a shrug. "All the boss said was to make sure nothing happens to her so we can't do anything about her."

The girl whimpered, hugging her knees to her chest. She was scared, terrified actually. She wanted to call out for help but that was pointless. Nobody was coming to help her, she was on her own with nobody to comfort her, keep her warm or save her from the Razors...

... Nobody at all.

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Apollyon had been walking for a good while now, he had made it his mission to make his way to the Razor's camp and make sure that none of them were going to be able to attack the Demi-Human village again or threaten their people. Just seeing humans take advantage of the village of Demi-Humans when they had done nothing to them just made him sick. The whole fact that humans treated Demi-Humans poorly because of their differences made him want to throw up every time he thought about it.

"Honestly, they make me sick... What reason do humans have for treating Demi-Humans like that?" Apollyon growled, clenching his fists tightly as he continued to walk towards the camp. He was following the tracks of the Razor's horses to be able to find the camp. "The Eternal Church. It's their fault. It's their fault that so many people have been treated horribly by humans." He gritted his teeth, glaring at the floor.

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"You can't treat everyone like your enemy, Apollyon. Then what are you going to do when you need friends?" Cress asked.

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Apollyon winced as he brought his hand up to his face and shook his head. "I don't know, Cress. It's not like friends are something I'm gathering in the hundreds... I'm alone. I've always been alone." He murmured. After traveling for a good long while, the purple-haired male eventually made his way to the end of the horse tracks, having found the camp of the Razors who had attacked the village. He quickly hid in some bushes, beginning to observe the camp from where he was standing.

The camp was at a lower level than he was, it was at the bottom of some sort of pit-like area. It was also bigger than he had thought. From what he could see, the camp had a big training ground, stables for horses, tents for the Razors as well as cages. The camp seemed to be a prison camp the Razors had made to store any Demi-Humans they had captured as well as some other creatures. The camp was also filled to the brim with Razors, each carrying weapons that would have worried anyone who thought about attacking the camp... Apollyon was an exception, their swords and guns didn't worry him a little bit.

The blaze-orange-eyed male grinned before he then jumped forward and began sliding down into the pit, sliding down until he was now standing at the front of the camp. He slowly began walking into the camp, a dark grin appearing on his face. He had some pent-up rage, and he was looking forward to being able to get some of that rage off his chest. "STOP!" A voice shouted.

When Apollyon looked up, he was looking at one of the watch towers that were at the front entrance of the camp. The camp was surrounded by a big, spiked wooden wall and at the front entrance there were two watch towers, both being occupied by two Razors who had rifles trained on him, both looking like they intended on killing anyone who dared to trespass into the camp. "DON'T COME ANY CLOSER YOU FREAK!" The guard who had shouted before shouted at the top of his lungs, turning the safety off of his gun.