Legion 666

The Legion

I don't know why I have wings, or how I control weather, I don't question it either. I do know that I am member 777 of legion 666, I must follow the commandant's orders, and prepare 18 hours a day, or I will be relieved. That is all I need to know There are are 1000 members of the legion. There are 10 sections of the legion, each section contains 100 members. Everyone in your section has the same abilities as you.

As of now I'm heading to physical training, it's the first thing I do every morning. We train separately, and are then given our rank and scores. The arena we train in is surrounded by a tall fence, and thanks to the section of light benders the people waiting can see in but you can't see out. Right now It's occupied by a female member of my legion. She has her bushy auburn hair back in a ponytail, and she has dark brown wings.

Seeing as I can't go in the arena yet, I press myself against the fence, my feet kicking up dust as I walk across the dirt floor. She seems to have just finished the flying portion, which means that the weather controlling part is coming up. Sure enough I shortly see heat waves coming from around her general area, but I can't feel even the slightest change in temperature where I'm standing, which means she is not very strong. I am wondering what rank she will get as she exits the arena.

I have never been ranked lower than first. Therefore I do not feel nervous as I step into the arena feeling the familiar crunch of the gravel beneath my feet. I welcome the sight of the tall barbed wire fence and the endless blue void known as the sky above me. "Fly as fast and as high as you can" commands a voice over the intercom in a lifeless monotone.

I snap out my wings and push off of the ground hard. I keep my eyes on the sky, as I push myself harder than ever, I love the feeling of adrenaline pumping through my veins. The air is starting to get thin, I take one last breath and push as hard as I can. It feels as though my lungs are going to burst,I want to go farther but it isn't possible, so I turn into a nose dive and let my breath out. I pull out of the dive with just centimeters to spare, my nose just brushing a piece of gravel. I land gracefully on my feet, and catch my breath as my score comes over the intercom, " your final altitude was 30,000, and you were traveling at 125 miles per hour." That's my personal best.

Next up is training for weather control. " create a storm as big as you can," comes the command. I smile, I'm best at storms. I start to gather dark, heavy clouds, then I feel the sheets of pouring rain hit my skin, next are the flashes of lightning and the roar of thunder. I start pouring all of my energy into the storm, my sheer power is exciting, I can see the fence shaking as it tries to contain my monstrous creation. "KILL THE STORM!" shouts the intercom no longer speaking in a monotone. I cut the energy that I'm giving the storm and it dies within seconds. "impressive " says the voice on the other end of the intercom, once again speaking in monotone. They don't give scores for weather control just ranks.

I then exit the arena and head to lunch. I walk down the long solemn hallway, with its cement walls and dirt floor at a quick pace, I'm excited to see my rank. I enter the mess hall and without stopping to even think about food I check the rankings board. I don't notice my fellow legion members as I push through them. When I finally reach the board I discover that I'm first as usual, but by a larger margin. I can't help but feel smug. After a few more seconds of gloating, I go and get some food. Today appears to be salad day, just like every day. We eat healthy here to ensure that we are in the best physical shape we can be in. I grab my plate of chicken salad and a glass of water, then proceed to walk over to my usual seat.

We all sit alone, the only people you are ever allowed to talk to talk to are your instructors and the commandant. After lunch I will head to my lessons. The first one I have is on assassination techniques. We are on the unit about poisons. Todays lesson is on poisonous gases, such as mustard gas, or chlorine gas. It is quite interesting. After that lesson, I have history, then technology, after that I have fighting techniques.

If you do well in physical training and your lessons you might be given a mission. I have been working towards getting assigned a mission for as long as I can remember, quite possibly my whole life. Everyone in the legion is competing to be the first to be placed on a mission. Oh how wonderful an honor it would be, and I can hardly imagine the glory if you were successful, or the shame if you were not.