The Archers Mark (on hold)

The Mark

Star's pov.

I woke up at the break of dawn, yawning  big and wide. No matter how many times I went to bed at the regulated time I still woke up tired. 

I'm sure it's because my bed wasn't any more comforting then a wooden plank with some worn out sheets thrown on top of it to look good, Then again that could have something to do with it actually being just that. A plank of wood with sheets on top of it to make it look what you would call a bed.

I thought that since I got promoted to commander, I would be able to have a decent bed or even a decent view of my island.

But no I didn't get any of those gorgeous (but haunting) views that the others got. The others being  the 4 commanders and 2 generals that control our War clan. 

Out of the stunning forests and haunting mountain terrain that this castle towered above. I got a splendid view of our Training hall.

I got the dirty blood stained coliseum that was our training grounds. The hunting memories and scenes laid there outside my window. As a constant reminder of things I rather not remember.

I would love to stare at the sights and sounds of birds and trees resulting in the wind.  Yet, I still heard and saw the pain, blood, and screams that would always resonate  from those same trees.

I hated most places on this island because these were the places where I had no choice but to show people that I was stronger then anyone that stood against us.

These where the places I proved my greatest strengths and weaknesses. Those weren't good times for me. They still aren't.

I hated showing off my strength. Most of the time because I know i'm strong, and I know the ones that matter know it as well, so no one else really needs to know what I am capable of.

  But still that doesn't mean i'll shy away from a battle for fear of showing my strength, all my scars and my demeanor showed that I never turned away from a battle. To turn away from a battle was no better then death itself. 

I've always wondered why I was the one to get the blood stained coliseum. It wasn't because I am dirt, which according to my longest rival Knives I am. 

Was it because I command and train the fresh recruits, the ones with natural abilities, (Which makes life easy) and the ones without natural abilities (which makes life hard). Whatever the reason I don't think to ask much I can get by the view with a bottle in my hand pretty easily. 

I sighed, being pulled back to reality and moved to my tiny pile  clothes in the corner of my room. It was tiny enough to be considered nothing but storage room with a window. However my window did have a small fake balcony that I never used. 

Moving past the empty glass bottles that clinked at my feet  I picked out our standard uniform. I looked down and moved back to my bed sitting down with a groan. 

Quickly I slipped on my white long sleeve shirt and pants. I kicked more bottles out of my way as I forced my large combat boots on. 

The sun's ray creeping through my window made me stop and stare out my wind at the sight. I may be a little late again today.

But hell I've been their commander for 6 months now, so they can start without me. 

That made me smile even though I hatted being "promoted" (Forced). I still loved having some perks of being an officer. Which did not include the room sadly. 

It did include more freedom around the Island as in me being able to arrive semi kind of late.  Sad thing is I can never actually get away with it yet.