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Chapter 1 - New friend?

"King! King come on!" The sounds of sirens were blaring in the air. "Another riot..?" Sleepily, I plucked my amber colored eyes open. The sounds of the eerie siren cried over the land as we all piled into the safe bunker inside our little home. 3 kids, including me, as well as two adults. It was pretty cramped for just a simple bunker. Loud shouts and crashes were heard, thuds hard enough to knock some stuff off the wall in the house. I heard it, probably a picture or something. My ears flattened to the back of my head and I just curled up. Right now I'm twelve, ten years after the death of my mother, which I barely remember. I just remember crying a lot, and the booming voices of soldiers trying to pry me off... as well as the gentle caressing of her paw gliding across my head, her fingers sliding through my dark hair. She gave me the little crown I wear, enchanted with some sort of magical spell. I still don't exactly understand how, though, some people believed she might have been a witch. Which didn't seemed too far fetched at the time.

"Jeez.. they're still going at it.." One of the boys next to me said in a sort of sad voice, he was probable tired. I was too, it was about 23 exels into the night, meaning it was nearly 00 exel.     (A/N: Exel/s is a different word for "hour/s" 1 hr = 1 exel, so 23 exels = 11 pm, 00 exel is 12 am :3 So basically like military time. 00:03 exel, etc;)     "It's too late for this.." My voice was raspy and filled with tiredness. My body needed more sleep, especially with having to wake up at 06 exel in the morning... Maybe they'll cancel training. How lucky would that be. Riots usually last nearly an hour or so, but it was past the 00 exel now.

"Do we have to go to training tomorrow, Mum?" The eldest child asked, he wasn't much older than me. A calico munchkin cat, who was at least a foot taller than me, if not more. He's fifteen, three years older than me right now. My birthday is a few days after his, he was born on the twenty-ninth of November, I was born on the third of December. His name is Ezikiel, but we call him E for short. He seems to like it anyways.

"Yes child, you need to go to training tomorrow. Unless they cancel it, which I think they won't, you go. End of story." The woman says quietly, only to hush the boy after when he begins to protest. We all become silent, listening. The thuds have stopped by now, which means we could leave the safe room now. "King, you go check." Suggested the woman, named Prisma, or 'Mom.' "Huh?? Why me??" I quickly relay my answer back, nervous. "You're the bravest. And the closest to the door." E perks in, a smug grin on his face. I grumble and shift closer to the door, slowly cracking it open. The house itself was trashed due to the fighting outside. "It seems safe enough." I say quietly before E yanks the door from my paw. "Welp, i'm going back to be-" A loud cry was heard from outside of the door.

We all looked at the door. It was silent again, then knocking began on the door. Continuous knocking, loud enough to make our ears flatten in fear. I went to the door and tried to peek out by just barely opening the door but the door flung open and a tan cat with a ripped off arm fell onto the floor. "Please.. help.." She weeped, her green eyes filled with tears. "W-What-!!" I was obviously startled but I felt the need to help her. I grabbed the hand of the arm she still had--god knows where the other one was--and pulled her in. "WHAT IN HEAVEN'S NAME ARE YOU DOING KING?!" I look back, eyes wide. "Helping her! She needs it!!"

(Skip ahead- 3 Eylons later.) (an Eylon is 2 days, so 6 days)

"Is it working? Is she awake?" I ask Prisma, eager to see this new friend. Or so, I hoped who was a friend. She may be a foe. Who knows until she wakes. "Not yet, and the arm seems to be stable, it hasn't rejected her yet.." Prisma answers softly. I go into the room, being sure to keep quiet. "Her tail has fish in it." I mumble and crouch to look at the fish swimming around in the glass. "How are they alive.." With no food, you'd think they'd be dead by now, yeah? Maybe there's some sort of opening somewhere to feed them. "Nn..h..."

My eyes flick up to the girl's face. She was the same age as me, or it looked like it at least. She was a bit shorter than me. Her green eyes took a moment to open, having to adjust to the brightness of the room. "W-where am I?" Her voice was soft and barely audible, basically just a whisper.. "You're in the extra room of our house." I respond quietly, propping my head up with my paws. "Wh-Who are you?" She asked, now a bit alarmed. "Don't worry, i'm not gonna hurt you. You were hurt, so we helped you." She looked down. Her waist was bandaged and so was her chest. "Oh.." She nodded. "What's your name?" I ask curiously, my ears flicking back gently as I look at her. "F-Fae... You?"

"King."