Dékadi, School for Warriors

Messed-up wuss

Hey,

If you want to know, why there are no POVs here, then it's because it's not....

Not...

NOT...

not formal.

I messed up.

But we're gonna have a POV here, and mind you there's gonna be some sarcasm.

Okie okie get a move on

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Dialgia's POV

When you spend a year in Dékadi, it's kind of messed up. When you're scared, well, you can't possibly run away because you'll die anyway. The last test for all of us is a huge black hole in the world. Yes, I'm serious. It's not black, but it's dark. Lots of dark creatures crawl up there, like miniature venom-fire-spitting dragons, and some dangerous plants that feed on flesh. Well, goddesses know what's happening with people who get attacked by actual humanoid beings. If people not to join the darkness, surely they'll die. If they won't, well, surely for another reason, you still die. Or maybe become part if you aren't such a coward, running and yelling while the darkness just creeps after you. Cowardice is always common, so that's why we don't have any in Dékadi.

I am very much lucky to be alive now, and my sisters and friends as well. Some of us have our traumas, and are very tolerant with it. Some of us fight, but wish to die. Really confusing. I don't know what happened, but everyone had a trauma of the Darkest three. I didn't see why, but I know why. They've killed most of their family. Apparently, Alard's parents worked for them, and he was born in prison after. Well, I won't be surprised if he turned his back on the rest of the world.

My mind was filling with thoughts as I continuedly slash and pierce, hack and stab, cut and attack. Repeat, repeat, repeat. Killing bloodless killer plants, their filth got on my blouse sleeves. I shook it off frantically, yelling 'EWW!!'. My red and blue curly extensions were jiggling rapidly, and some of my team mates where looking at me with the 'what-kind-of-wuss-is-this-girl?' look. I returned it with an outstretched frown. Seriously, people expect me to get used to this?! Oh, whatever. I'd go back to the ship covered in ashes and stained with filth when I'm at- whatever the heck they call that place.

For all of you, (narrating, yes I mean you all who know my tragic and awkward moments I mess up and act like a wuss) I'm still here in the Waterfall, just killing like a bratty six-year-old kid.

Ah...when you know that tomorrow you'll die, you prepare yourself. Us, Sombré and me, we're not really all bent on surviving. But we fight because there's a world that needs to survive. So we take fighting like child-play. Messed up, isn't it? Perfectly good enough for me.

Okay, tomorrow's a big day. I'll probably die, which won't happen, and it'll be a good experience.