The Tale of Nombre Warrior Of Hope

The great fall

It was a nice clear morning when it happened. When Hell set its sights on me. The day that I became an outcast.

In my village the strongest not only survived,but thrived and the weak are slaughtered for the villeges entertainment.
If your weak theres not much to do in the village,apart from pray that you see tommorow and not a summon to the arena.

I was of age on my day of doom the sky line changed to its beautiful purple shade sweeping the morning sky the sun following behind as it rises between the two mountain peaks showing the green grass lands
I've known for all my life.

The sound of a traing dummy being hit rang through the quiet morning air the force could be heard from the strikes on the dummy.

After the fifth strike i heard the distinct sound of the dummys head landing on the floor. I dicided to investagate who was out training this early in the morning. I knew it was risky to investagate who was creating the sound. However i wouldnt be a good soldier if i let a potential enemy pass.

With my blade on my side i headed to where the sound was originating from thats when i met her Salina my rival commrad and maybe even friend.

I slowly approched her my hand already on my blades handle,incase the situation became a battle. As i made my approch I noted all escape routes and tried to plan for the worst case situations.

I was going to cough as to gain her attention when she turned in my direction. Noticing me we gave each other a calculating look assessing the others potentail strenths and weakness.

My main concern was the blade that she had gripped in her right hand. A black one handed sword with an arcing guard,as to protect the hand from an attack. The edge of the blade had been painted with a thin bright red, across the the cutting edge.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when she told me her name and asked who I was. I quickly responded with Nombre my arm tightened on my blades handle. This must have been noticed as she she followed suit. If i had listened more or prepared to escape then my fate would have been avoide,as the moment i prepare to deflect any attack she would use to open up a fight i would have noticed my C.O approching with a scowl that could kill a man ten times over. The sight alone could make the fiercest army's tremble.

Thats when hells demons started to rise when his cold blade rested on my neck and orderd me to lower my weapon. I was severly reprimanded for my actions but that seemed like a pleasent dream compared to how the selection prossess would change

The next morning was far different from the prevease. Instead of the welcoming purple coloured sky or rising sun i was meet with the the darkest of midnight black clouds circling the dark heavy rain bouncing of the concrete floor.

I walk to my platoons meeting only to find them in combat armour this couldnt be good.