The Knights Of The Council

Chapter 1

Noah Sparks

"Get up, it's almost time," said mom. I jump out of bed and pull on my sneakers, and look around my small bedroom cluttered with Pandora corporation propaganda posters. I have always wanted to join their elite force of high-class warriors wearing blue steel plated armor with yellow crystals attached to each fang-shaped plate. Joseph Muta, President of Pandora Co. says that the plates are shaped like that so the warrior can spin to eviscerate his enemy. They are called the council of knights

"Did Dad, come home yet?" I yell to my mom.

"not yet, he said he was only going for three and a half week"

"I miss him"

"So, do I" then I walk over to my mom and give her the biggest hug I can to make up for the fact that I am leaving to go and start training at Pandora. I can feel my shoulder getting wet. I glance up at the clock, 4:36. Oh god I'm going to be late. I pull away from my mom and she releases.

"I'm sorry mom but I have to go now or I'm going to be late"

"I know, I just wish your dad could be here to see what a man you have become"

"Thanks mom and remember to tell dad that I love him" I say while kissing my mom on the head, then I grab my hat and bolt out the door into the searing heat of the hellish sun. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust and soon as they do, I start my way to the Halten train station that isn't that far from my house. Halten is a small town filled with Pandora resource buildings, such as the biggest gunpowder supply in the north half of the country.

A pandorian Soldier in a standard white uniform holding a energy assault rifle Says. "Are you Mr. Sparks?"

"Yes, sir. Am I in trouble?"

"Please, come this way" I followed him to a train car that was clearly labeled

Commander's Office

Only Accessible if told

Trespassers will be shot without reason

"He is very keen when it comes to privacy, but for some reason he wants to talk to you," said the soldier as he propped the door open. "Sir, he is here," the commander just waved him away, he saluted and left.

"Please,come and have a seat" he said, leaning back in his. The room was nothing special, just a dull red wallpaper lining the walls with matching carpet. I sit in one of the two seats at the desk. I take another look at the Commander to see he is in a marked suit which means he is quite high up in the Pandora food chain. It appears pure black, but his suit is actually the most high-tech defence system ever, if he is shot at the bullet turns around doubles in speed and is sent back at the shooter. "Do you know why I have asked you to come here?" he says.

"No, sir" I say enthusiastically.

"Please don't call me sir, and you can relax this isn't a test. I just wanted to tell you that you have gotten the highest mark ever recorded on all entry exams.___" my jaw drops, I knew I did good but I never thought I would ever get highest. "___Which is why we are going to send you to the training facility in Natfeld to train with such council trainers as Raitar Trecka, or Frestra Loksin."

"The Frestra Loksin. Wow, that is a great offer but can i ask how long it will be and what is the cost?" The other program was only six months, and cost my parents two thousand Elchins a month.

"A mere four years, and at no cost to your parents." He must be a professional negotiator because as soon as I relax my shoulders the slightest bit, he pushes a button and the train lurches forward and starts moving.

"I never agreed."

"You didn't have a choice, you already signed your contract. that is all we need to legally call you a Pandorian Soldier." I'm shocked, I mean I would never leave my parents for that long.

"Ok, but my parents have to know."

"I don't Think that is going to happen, but if I were you I would keep dreaming." his hand lifted and a guard opened the door behind me. through the door there was a blue room filled with yellow furniture, something is off. Everything has a double on the other side.

"Enjoy the ride noah, it will be the last bit of enjoyment you will have for a long time." The Commander says as the door slams shut.

I walk up to the bed on the right of the room and I hear a light voice from behind me say "That one is mine, yours is on the left." I turn to see a thin, tall guy who is dressed in a full suit, with his hair slicked back, there is a scar of an L on his right cheek. I think it is a brand from the lutriog slave traders. He is holding what seems to be a .50 caliber sniper rifle bullet, but some thing is weird about him...