House of Wolves | The Guardian's Secret Series

Chapter One

      Can you see what I see?: Day 180

It's simply just another day. It's March 10, 2016. The date of my birthday. Hurray, hurrah. Okay, scratching that out. Even if today was my birthday, no one would exactly pay attention. It's just another day of training for 12 hours and sleeping for 12. -Sigh- no matter, as I said, it's just another day. Nothing special. Except a week from now... The day my father died out in battle. Every day that passes by, every second that ticks away, I know that he is looking down at me.

"Kattarr, you done writing or what?" My best friend Corna asked and chuckled.

I glanced back and snickered, but then back down at what I was writing. I frown and close my book, getting up from my seat and try to forget the horror. I walk up to Corna and we walk out together.

"So, gonna celebrate?" He asked me.

"Nope."

"Gonna go out?"

"Nope."

"Gonna do anything?"

"...Nope." Possibly the only question I had hesitation on.

"Why not?! Come on man, you're turning lucky number 21, have a bit of fun! Lighten up!"

"Knowing me, lightening isn't my style."

Corna groaned and facepalmed a bit loud. He'd always try to cheer me up on my birthday ever since we were 13. We both are now 21. We were heading to the training center, only because it was a routine, and it was demanded. Over the years, I've realized that the Guardians have gotten a bit more strict ever since the day my father died. Was he some sort of general? He never really talked about work around me, so I never knew what he did. If that ol' man ever did say anything to me, it would be about a, 'spontaneous fight' as he'd always say, he encountered.

"So, what're you gonna do today? In the training center."

"Same thing, it never–"

The emergency intercom came on. Odd, that rarely happens, only on drills. I assumed it was a drill.

"All combat Guardians, report to the Hall of Receptors. All combat Guardians, report to the Hall of Receptors."

I rolled my eyes and simply walked. Of course, it was a drill.

"This is not a drill! Move, move!"

My eyes widened, and so did Corna's. We both glanced at each other and sprinted to the Hall of Receptors. We ran in, the doors already open. We saw a few other Guardians here, then again, there aren't many to begin with. Zang had the face of despair and anxiety, one my father said was 'bad news bears'. Both, Corna and I, stood in slight worrisome.

"The House of Wolves have declared war on us, and they have teamed up with The Eclipse." Zang spoke in a low voice. "We will need to make peace with them, but unfortunately, it will be by force. Before we do so, we will need to place you all into groups of 5. There will 10 groups."

So, I guess I figured out what my father meant by me wearing the helmet. I remember I didn't want to get a scar on my own, but remembrance of him, I decided to create the same scar on my helmet.

"Group One: Ashton, Leera, Ty, Skye, and Leon. Group two: Jamison, Steve, Karla, Timothy, and Torin."

All of the names I heard I wasn't concerned about. I waited until my name was called, but unfortunately, that took a while.

"Group 7: Kattarr–"

My name was called. Hopefully Zang knew me well, and I wanted to be with basically the only friend I had.

"Mason, Sayla, Garrett, and Corna."

Inside, I was screaming and jumping with joy. My facial expression only showed a smirk. I glance at him and he smiled back.

"Looks like we're together in this." He says and gently punches my shoulder.

I snicker and nodded.

"Seems so."

"All of you, go to equip armor and weapons based on your skill level, then departure into the training center. There, you will warm up before going into battle. Your training sessions will be more elaborate and difficult to see what you are like on the battlefield. All Warlocks, Leviathans, and Hunters, go into a group."

Everyone in the room shouted, "Yes sir!"

We all walked off to the blacksmiths, armories, and gunsmiths. I was a Warlock, but Corna was a Leviathan. Sounds like it wouldn't be a perfect match, but Warlocks involve using the energy around them, while Leviathans use their bare strength and a bit of energy. So, it is true that Corna is way stronger, but I was more wise. We both could've agreed on that.

I had already gotten a helmet, just not a suit. My level was a 36, the highest was 50. Corna was a 35. He always hated being one step behind of me, and I always fond of the amusement.

Luckily I had money to buy the suit I've been wanting. It was only 2 levels higher than what I was, but I always get gear that way. It was smart in my opinion, cause once you level up, your missions become tougher. I walk into a tent with a Tech. The ones we have were friendly.

"May I help you?" He asked.

"Yes. I need a 45-Exo Super suit with golden armor."

"Alright. Let me see if that's in stock."

I nodded. Once he turned his back, I rolled my eyes. The suit was clearly in stock if it's up for sale.

"Ah. Here." He tossed me a small capsule with the name 45-Exo.

I caught it and looked down at the capsule. It was the correct one. I handed him 10 blue crystals.

"Thank you. Have a nice day!"

"You too." I said, but didn't show sarcasm.

I place the capsule in my pocket and go to the blacksmith. She was actually human. She slowly turned around to face me. I could tell she had a scar from the diagonal wrinkle on her face.

"What'dya need, laddie?" She asked as she stopped hammering a sword.

I got out my capsule and push the button on the top. I lay it down on the counter and it slowly unraveled into the suit I bought.

"Add silver titanium to the arms, chest, and legs."

"What for?"

"20 crystals."

She smirked. "I guess I'll only take 15. Give me about 2 hours and this clothing pile of trash will be a sexy stalk of steel!"

I chuckle a bit and nod. "Whatever you say, ma'am."

I then walk off to the center of the House of The Strong, seeing Corna waiting for me.

"Jesus man, what's taking you so long?" He asked me.

"Nothing. I already have the weapons in my place, bought a rare clothing item and adding titanium to it."

"Oh. Busy boy!" He said with a bit of laughter. I chuckled with him.

"Yeah. I've wasted 25 crystals on everything."

"Holy crap, dude! Watch how much you spend!"

"But I've been saving, so it doesn't matter."

"Oh... Well, how're you gonna train in that?" He asked, looking me up and down with a disgusted look.

"...I'll figure out a way."

Damn it, I actually didn't think about that training part of what Zang said. Maybe my dad stored away a suit in the house...? Huh, that's a 1 out of 10 chance. If I'm going to be showing my true abilities I inherited from my father, I'm most definitely gonna need a suit.