Rogue Among Immortals ↣ {Immortals Trilogy - BOOK 1}

Chapter 1: Training

When it comes to friendship, it isn't really about who you've known the longest, it's about who walked into your life and said "I'm here for you and I always will be," and proved it. That is true friendship. There may be friendships that you will form that are very similar to this, and that's okay. Sometimes you become friends with someone during high school or middle school and you never see them again after you graduate. Sometimes you meet someone at the playground and then you become lifelong friends, but in the end, it's all about how they helped you through what you've been through and never asking more of you than your friendship, love, and maybe that $5,000 they need to leave the country, not to mention the last slice of their favorite pizza.

-E.G. Stansfield
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      A million feelings, a thousand thoughts, and a hundred memories, and all for one person, she thought as she climbed the steep hillside in front of her. The trek had been a long one, but in the end, it was all worth it. Training for something that big was worth it, even if some of the people competing in it are complete butts about it. By then, she was lost in thought, completely forgetting about her training. Her trainer, noticing that his trainee wasn't behind him, turned, a small smile coming to his lips.

"Come on, girl!" Tracer said, a Skin-changer, as he pushed his leather pack to a more secure spot on his shoulder. "I don't want you to be undertrained! That deadline is only a week away!"

        Fawn groaned from behind her mentor, friend, and father.

"Gods, Trey! Can't ye be any easier on me?!" The Hybrid snapped, but soon laughing slightly at Tracer's actions.

        Fawn loved her mentor, she truly did, but with all the training she had gone through in the last year, it had worn her to the bone. Knowing Fawn, it was all for a purpose: to get into the King's personal guard. Ever since Fawn was just a child, she wanted to protect the world from the evil that killed her parents. When she saw her house engulf in flames, she vowed to herself that she would protect as many people as she could.

       Before the thoughts of her mother's and father's cruel death could plague her mind, she brushed them off before she reached the top of the hill that Tracer was standing on before his hand thwarted Fawn in the chest.

"What in the name of..." Fawn had started before she saw what Tracer was staring at, the small village of the Rorane, a town of Phoenix's who could control the Elements. Not to mention that this small village was the hometown of her best friend, Ash Volcanus.

Confused, she looked over to Tracer, who was pointing to the little village.

"No..." Fawn gasped as realization hit her. "It can't be. You didn't. Really?"

Fawn turned to Tracer, a huge smile on her face. Tracer nodded, and Fawn laughed.

"Trey, ye didn't," She breathlessly spoke. "I can't believe it."

        Tracer nodded again, a small smile gracing his lips. Fawn took off running down the hill, laughing and flailing her arms like a madman.

"ASH! ASH!" She exclaimed just as she fell flat on her nose.

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"Gods, Fawn, you look like you haven't aged a day," Ash muttered, his voice bringing a smile to Fawn's face as they embraced one another.

        Ash pulled back, taking hold of his friend's shoulders all the while taking a good look at his best friend that he hadn't seen for a good while. A lot had changed since then. The once skinny girl he knew now had curves, once lifeless blue eyes now sparkling and full of curiosity, pale lips now a rose pink, and flat personality, now spontaneous and brazen. He gazed at her hair, which looked golden in the sunlight, but looked silver while in shadow. Ash smiled again.

        Fawn looked at Ash's pale face, which was sprinkled in freckles and a faint pink tint on his high cheekbones, his sterling gray eyes that looked like silver in the soft sunlight had shown beneath his chin length platinum blond hair dip dyed light blue and lilac. Fawn then looked to his pointed ears that stuck out four and a half inches and smiled. The Phoenix that she had known had not changed at all.

"How long has it been? Five years?" Ash asked, his Sicilian accent sounding happy as ever.

"I think so," Fawn replied.

"Come in my friend, you look tired and hungry. I've just made lunch," He said. "And you can tell me everything."