American Girl: An Avengers FanFiction

Chapter 53(part 2)

The elves all sleep in hammocks, meaning camp is really just a group of hammocks and one gazebo thingy in the middle. We are issued hammocks by the ambassador and sent to go hang them up somewhere. I pick a spot, high up in a tree , Sicario follows me, but stops ten feet bellow me, still a good fifteen feet off the ground. All of the others are somewhere in this tree or an adjacent tree. Honestly, I think our group of thirty just double the number of people in the Ayllarian camp. 

The Ambassador yells up at us, "Beth, Sicario, may I speak with you in the Command Pavilion?"

I dive down and land next to her, we wait for Sicario to clamber  down the normal way. Once he's down we proceed to the gazebo thing which is apparently the command pavilion. Lucian is there along with a young man around my age, and a woman with a non nonsense attitude and close cropped brown hair. All three wear green tunics and brown trousers with similar leather boots. Lucian has a sword strapped to his side as does the woman, but the boy is an archer. He smiles at me, "Hello, I am Emrys Lucilius, Subcommander Marksmens Unit. I presume you know Lucian, he's commander of the second legion. May I introduce Arethusa Medusa, Officer of the Fourth Legion and appointee Commander of the Fifth Legion."

"Hi, I'm Beth Aquae, of Family Aquae of middle of nowhere, Pennsylvania, USA."

"Pleasure to meet you. Who is the bloke?"

"Sicario. Sometimes called 16-2. He should introduce himself." I elbow him. He scowls, "My name is Sicario."

"A-and?" I elbow him again.

"And what? That is all."

"No, his father is the leader of the camp we were in. They were training kids as assassins. Sicario was the second best sixteen year old that's why he's 16-2. They called us by age and rank."

"I'm actually seventeen."

"So why weren't you 17-1?"

"He doesn't care when my birthday was. Just move us up a year in age every January first."

"Like race horses? Sorry, that's a mainworlder thing I guess, but still, that's pretty callous. "

"Any more callous than training children as assassins? Torturing them? Killing them? Forcing me to kill the younger children?"

"No. That doesn't make any of it right. Not at all."

"Welcome to the Ayllarian military, we have a sub-unit of Marksmen  and a sub-unit of regular archers from Legion One, elite company of Legion Two, and Unit One of Legion Four. About thirty people total, thirty-one if you want specifics." Lucian says, "Thirty one of us to take on two armies. Plus you two, you don't have to fight but we won't stop you."

"Nephew, you give away too much intelligence, they could very well  be spies for Night Era." The woman scolds.

"Aunt Thusa, you do our guests a disservice. We already know they aren't spies. Krizzy read them, we are at war and precautions must be taken, Krizzy and I know this, we were well trained, in part by you, and are both seasoned veterans."

"What do you mean read us? Also, I am not a spy, just saying, plus I'm not really from around here. I was born and raised in America."

"Read means she read your minds. Not like creepily but like skimmed your thoughts, looked for ones with spy in them, nothing jumped out, if your mission was to spy on us, you would be scheming and planning, worrying, thinking about it. Easy enough to pick up on intense thoughts, all she did was open the walls she has blocking thoughts. Keywords like spy or report would be picked up and then she would listen to you and if need be delve deeper to find out the truth. Mind reading is only allowed in war or games of war, unless with permission from the person." Lucian explains, "And yes, you were considered to be the least likely spy Beth, we do know your background."