Ember Unit

Introduction

A/N- Hi there, I know two stories, meh. Hopefully I can learn to successfully juggle, most likely not but oh well, we will see how this goes. Oh sorry if the story make no sense, none of my stories do at the start, be warned, strange things will happen since my head is slightly messed up and I get bored a lot...so, yea. One last thing, don't judge my decision on making it the youngest child, you will understand once you read it, I wanted to make it the youngest because 1) it's usually the oldest and 2) I liked the idea, so yea, DO NOT JUDGE! Now, I got my point across, that's all really. Please enjoy, bye for now~

Never has the world seemed so false, everything the ones of the past learnt were nothing but lies. Tales created by victors of battles to show an image of the heavens being on their side while the truths were hurled into a dark abyss. The rulers, victors, wealthy and the intelligence all wrote the worlds history, discarding anything that would show the truth, anything that proved them wrong. The ones of the past however thought it was true history, the truth, they were lied too like the generations before, all naive, believing what they were told. This world truly is corrupted. Who knows how long this will continue, but at least now some of us lower in society from them know what is actually happening in this world.

In this world we live in now, a dictatorship has started to rise. It's disgusting how many still believe the government is fair, that they had a say still. I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't realise we were being ruled by a monarch at the moment, our leader didn't want to lose his position so he used the military to keep it, now his son is the new leader, I wouldn't be surprised if he was the one who killed his father, I wouldn't be surprised if he was corrupted as his father. Because of this action the military has increased as has our country's territory. That is all due to one factor created by the old leader, the youngest child of each family will join the military. This was decided fifty three years ago, this was the beginning of the monarch. All families were only allowed two children, no matter the gender, they would be taken from their family's on the eve of their tenth birthday. Many tried to escape, gain new identities, but if your caught, your sibling and parents would be slaughtered and you would be taken. This new law changed as the years went by, thirty eight years ago it changed so that they could have any amount of children but if after ten years if another or more isn't born the youngest will be taken at that stage, and the process would continue with regular checks every few years, taking the youngest member each time, gaining a new solider. They also made a change that the only child will be taken no matter what.

The second and last change to that law was twenty years ago. Six months after a child was born they would become branded, they would bear a number on their body showing what number child they were. Where the brand was placed was decided on your rank, if you were of nobility your family decided and if they couldn't chose it would be somewhere that can be hidden by clothes. However if your a mere commoner in their eyes you'd be branded on your hand, wrist or on your neck. If you lived in the slums however the brand would go on your face, to show the world you were the lowest of the low, the poorest of the poor and so your climbing in ranks would always be halted. This change was created a year after I was born. So many people I see have a brand on their face, everyday I walk in the town, every time I look up from what I'm doing.

I live on the edge of a commoners areas, my windows display a scene of what can only be described as rotting buildings. The slums below are all I see, smell and hear. There's nothing I can do about it, I guess there are things I have to accept in this life I live now. I am the youngest child of my family which consisted of only my parents, sister and I. I was one of the very few children who managed to escape the law and start anew, to the government the real me is dead, but what they don't know or need to know is that I'm alive. I live under a new identity, I regret nothing but the fact I don't know my family any more, I had to leave when I was nine, I find it hard trying to remember them. Please be alive. That's what I say to myself each day, I just want to escape this world. The world can never be perfect but the state it's in now is the furthest from perfect it has ever been.

I go by the name Naomi now, Naomi Donner. Who knows how long I need to conceal my real name, I wish all this nonsense would end. The only way that could happen is if all the citizens realise what is going on and rebel, but then the military would just end them all. There is no way of winning, no way of freedom. I hate the feeling of being this caged animal, continuously in fear of being taken from the safe haven I have created for myself out of the broken fragments of the past, scared of the truth being discovered, scared of what will happen to me. This fear only grows by the day, the head commander of the Ember Unit, the strongest and top Unit in the country, comes into this area, always searching for any signs of people in my situation or the terrorists. He has marked this as his patrol area, why is unclear to all of us.

Unfortunately, for reasons unknown, he has taken an interest in the southern part of the town, three houses including my own and the slums make up this place. I can only pray his doesn't become suspicious of me, if he finds out I can't stop him, he has strength, agility and intelligence like no other, I couldn't be beat him in any type of battle, out of the people why'd it have to be him. I'm known in town to always train, when ever I have time I would always try to improve myself in all aspects, physical and mental. My greatest skill is using melee weaponry, but even if we did duel he would find a way to win, so rumour has it. Hopefully everyone in town won't tell him anything, the last thing I need are broken bones. I have never met him, I have only seen him in the town square, standing in the centre, looking into one direction, that's what we all assume anyway, the Ember Unit has masks concealing the upper half of their faces, he could be looking at anyone of us and we wouldn't know. He stands there no matter the weather for two hours then walks around the town for two more. For four hours he stays in the southern part of town, I haven't seen him around my house after three years of being here, then again it's virtually impossible to do something without being watched from the shadows in this era. The thought itself makes me feel self conscious.