Rise Against

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The First of Many

Adalia’s POV

                I wandered down an empty street, searching for someone that I knew, or anything that I remotely recognised, but none of the withered old buildings around me resembled anything that I have ever seen outside of movies and books.

                The street reminded me of the old Greek streets that you see in history books, with the large columned buildings around the dusty, barren town square. The place actually had the same layout as Lakewood, Ohio.

                I looked around me, noticing certain similarities to my familiar small town. It still seemed too foreign to me, with the strange eeriness about the place; shivers slid up and down my spine as a glow came from the street opposite to me, across from the large feature fountain.

                Glowing torches lit up the dark night, held by people dressed in black robes with deadly looking weapons in their hands, fancy looking sandals, a murderous look in all of their eyes’ and a boy – or man, I couldn’t tell – stood at their lead, his looks both menacing and distraught; it was like an old war scene, confusing me as to why I am in the middle of it, but as I heard the sound of low, thumping feet behind me, I turned to see people just like them, only they wore blood red robes and a few of them bore chain-link armour.

                This really is something from a history book, my biggest question of many, is why the hell I am here? I have nothing to do with some battle in ancient Greece; I haven’t been learning or thinking about anything to do with ancient Greek at all for a long time.

                So why am I witnessing this?!

                “Bring what you have, Daughter of Ares, for you shall not have it for much longer!” the guy at the front of their group shouted across the square, the men and women behind me roared at him and the men and women behind him charged forward. I knew nothing of these battles, but the fact that they went down a very long time ago, so I really didn’t know what to do as the people behind me ran forwards, raising their weapons and dropping their torches.

                I stood in my place as the first weapons collided and my body tensed up. My hair, strangely, fell in my eyes, around my face, which it really shouldn’t because it’s way to short to do that. The hair that fell around me was extremely long, wavy and a shocking shade of bright red.

                I grabbed it in my fists and stared at it in shock, pulling to find that it was definitely mine, because I gave it one hell of a tug and it hurt like ripping an extremely sticky band-aid off of your skin.

                Thick side bangs fell in my eyes and I ran my hand through what seemed to be my hair, wiping the bangs out of my eyes. I stared in shock as a full on battle carried out before me, until I could see a figure slowly walking towards me.

                I could see that he was the leader of the people dressed in black, so I turned and ran, before a person who called someone to lose what was theirs; I don’t know who the ‘Daughter of Ares’ is, but whoever she is, is a very unlucky person.

                “Don’t run from me Adalia, because it won’t help on your part at all, and you know it” he barked and my body stopped without my permission, coming to a halt as I sheepishly turned to him and looked at my shoes.

                I noticed that I wasn’t wearing my normal clothes either; I was wearing a chain-link crop top that hugged me tightly, a chain-link shirt that got shorter at the sides and longer at the front, making what looks like a cover for the blood red spanks that I wore under it, silver studded gladiator sandals encase my feet and a long, sharp sword hung from the chain-link shirt.