Will awoke when he felt a strange pressure in his side, groaning and attempting to shift away from the thing poking him.
"Come on, up and at em," He recognized the voice permeating his half-awake state. "Don't make me force you."
The pressure in his side turned out to be the girl kicking him in the flank, not especially hard, but enough that he would wake up. William gave in and opened his eyes as he sat up in bed.
"Finally," the girl sighed, "you've gotta stop letting me think you died."
The door to the room opened, and several men entered. They were tall, maybe about a foot taller than Will and no more than 6 inches taller than the girl, at least with her shoes on. They all wore similar coats to her, but in a red tone rather than a black, an embroidered square on their left side. The girl approached the men and spoke, though for some reason will couldn't make out what she was saying. Eventually she turned back to him
"There are clothes in the drawer of the desk," She adopted a more authoritative tone after the guards had entered the room. "Put them on and knock on the door when you are ready. Your training begins today." With that she and the guards left the room, shutting the door behind them. Will turned to the small desk, pulling out the drawer. There was a set of clothes, a simple shirt and pants, both black, tight but flexible. Next to them lay a belt, similar to the belts that policemen used to carry weapons and supplies, though all the pockets were currently empty. Will donned the outfit, feeling anxious for what this meant was coming next. Whatever this training was, he could guess it would be anything but pleasant.
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Winter's Burn
General Fiction"Her amber eyes turned almost black as the shadows overtook her thin frame. Tree branches became spindly hands wrapping their serpentine fingers around his body, vines twisting and knotting to pin him to the ground. He could have sworn he saw her le...
