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.:Chapter One - A Brooke Among The Stones:.

"We can't focus on the past, Kaz, but aim for the future..." - Snake, MGSV

.:Chapter One - A Brooke Among The Stones:.

An adolescent girl walked toward a small, misty-coloured stream in a dark blue and white forest. She held a purple, leaf-made jar in her dirty arms. Inside the jar, something glowed a pale yellow colour that peaked through the cracks were the leaf tore a little.

She kneeled down and gently placed the jar on the surface of the running liquid. It floated away slowly, compared the the fast flow of the brooke, and slowly faded from sight.

A couple years escaped emotionless, black eyes and somehow avoided complicated, brown war paint markings. It was unclear to foreigners if this ritual was a cremating or a worship to a god.

The girl wore a green leather crop top rimmed with brown fur, it had many strings of small bones and stones hanging from the bottom rim. She also had a large piece brown leather wrapped around her hips, shortening slightly at the side to allow more movement. It was also rimmed, but with green fur and had pieces of white wood sewed onto the skirt. She wore ankle boots made with the same green leather, rimmed with black fur and had wooden heels that ran to the bottom of the shoes, and then up to the end of the boots. She had black fur wrapped around her lower arms, tied onto them with white string. Her dark brown hair was let down to her upper back, with numerous little braids and trinkets at the top, holding it out of her face.

Then, in the strong, broken accent of Darkwød (Russian), the teenager started to sing in a complicated language.

"Ala o ni shipou, hwo kou ni lou shopuanou. Ala masteleigh, kuo lo ou falourgh." But was suddenly cut off by an elderly voice, spoken in the olden tongue.

"You sing well."

The girl span around quickly as gawked at an elderly man standing behind her. He wore a pearly white kimono with a yellow straw hat. He had dark skin and pale grey eyes, with a dark grey beard reaching by his ankles.

"Y-you speak the olden tongue? I thought I was the only one." She laughed nervously and stood up strait, composing herself.

"Yes." The man laughed. "I am afraid, you need to come with me, Susklahava Brookestone. The time has come."

"W-what!?" 'Susklahava Brookestone' gasped in horror. "W-why!? I don't even know you - I can't come!"

"Calm yourself. You will need to call me Sensei Wayne. Do not fear, no harm will come to you."

"Persuade me, Wayne."

"Sensei Wayne. I know about your issues in that village of yours, I know about your problems. I need you to come, whether you like it or not. The fate of entire Linthia depends on you and five others."

Before anything else could be said, a white light surrounded the two, teleporting them away from the mystical glowing forest. They disappeared from sight in a millisecond.

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Almost immediately after the white light engulfed the two people, they were teleported to a mountain, in front of a strange building that Susklahava had never seen before. It almost looked like a mythical monastery.

'Sensei' Wayne seemed to read her thoughts. "Yes, it is a monastery."

Susklahava was flabbergasted. "B-but how? I-I have only seen them in ancient carvings." She walked up to the large, brown, wooden gates and ran a hand down their elegant, intricate patterns. "I have only seen white wood."

"Yes, now let's go inside." Sensei Wayne pushed open the large doors, only to face five other teenagers - each one from a different region - lined up neatly on the other side.

Almost as soon as they had saw Susklahava, one dressed in blue pointed at her and yelled, panicked and afraid, in an accent from Pakä (Californian).

"WILDLING!"

The five new teenagers pulled out peculiar weapons that Susklahava had never seen before, and charged with an almighty battle cry. Sensei Wayne stood back with disappointment evident in his eyes, and hesitantly gestured for the girl to fight back.

Susklahava Brookestone hated fighting. All 'Wildlings', as they were commonly called, were taught how to - but most of them were pacifists. They liked to treasure the environment and work with one another to build something greater. It looked like Susklahava would have had to break that tradition.

Susklahava froze as she saw the dragon-scale-sharp weapons come closer to her at rapid speed. She watched with fearful eyes at the foreign weapons and shut her eyes tight, preparing for the end.

But, she felt no pain. In fact, se felt free: there wasn't as much air pressure as before, and everything she heard before was slowed down dramatically. Susklahava opened her eyes and gasped when she saw the new enemies almost frozen in place, but she saw them moving very, very slowly.

Realising, what she would have to do, the girl hesitantly ran out of the way and behind the five strange people.

She would fight them without fighting.