-Uncovering the Secrets-

Part 1~ The Missions and the First Secret -Chapter 1-

It was dark and cold in a place, when a young boy, who was either ten or eleven, woke up. The boy was not really sure where he was nor did he know how he got in that place. The only things he was positively sure of, was that his head hurt. Badly too. 

Sitting up, the boy rubbed his eyes and waited until his eyes adjusted to the darkness. When he was finally able to see, he was able to make out that he was currently sitting in a dark circular room that had no windows or anything really that could allow light to pass through. He also saw that there were many long chains connecting to the wall, two of which held his wrists captive.  To make things worse, the floor that he was sitting on was cold and slightly moist. 

Grimacing, the boy tried to stand and almost instantly, he fell on his side, hands curling around his legs. Pain had shot through his left leg, so painfully that tears were now silently running down his cheeks. The boy was not sure what was wrong with his leg, all he was able to think of right now was that he was hurt and wanted the paint to stop. 

The boy was not sure how long it was before the pain finally stopped. By now the tears were dried up and he was tired. He wanted to close his eyes and sleep, but he was afraid of what he would miss if he did so. 

Looking around the room again, the boy saw that he was not that far from the walls. Slowly, the boy started to pull himself towards the wall, biting his lip to keep himself distracted from the pain in his leg. When he finally reached it, he slowly sat up, his back leaning against the wall and his eyes closed. 

"Search for anyone who is alive. If there is anyone, bring me to me!" A loud shout startled the boy. His eyes flew open, and fear grabbed a hold of him. Eyes wide and heart beating fast, he waited. 

Non long after, a door that the boy had missed when he was looking around the room, flew open and bright light filled the previously dark room. For just a moment, the boy's eyes flew shut before he forced himself to open them again and look at the person that now was standing in the room. 

It was a tall man, probably somewhere around his late thirties, with dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. There was something in the man's eyes, the boy noticed, but what it was, he did not know. For some reason, the boy felt warm and safe when he saw the man. He closed his eyes, finally allowing the darkness to cover his vision. 

The man, searched the room with his eyes before they fell upon the boy sitting in against the wall. The man's eyes widened and he ran towards the boy.  Panic spread all through his being as he saw blood covered floor around the boy's small body. 

The man reached the boy almost instantly. He fell  down on his knees and searched the boy for  injures. The boy was covered in both dirt and blood. His hair, what was so dirty that it was hard to tell what color it was supposed to be. The cloths, which consisted of a long shirt and what once were long pants, where ripped and big on the boy. Lastly the man saw, what once would have being white bandages around the boy's left leg, where covered in blood. 

IT wasn't until he tried to pick up the boy that  the man noticed that chains where around the boy's thin wrists. Without even thinking about it, the man's hands wrapped around the chains and he broke them. Picking up the boy, the man ran out of the circular cell room and towards the outside, where he knew his teammate was located. The closest person he knew that could help the poor boy. 

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Standing at the window in a large room, was a man in his twenties. He was tall and lean, with brown gold hair that fell down to his chin. The man was wearing a loose white shirt, dark colored pants,  brown boots, and a dark blue cloak that reached down to his knees.