The Journey Begins

Introduction

A camera flicks on showing four people sitting on a couch. Two males and two females stare behind the camera before the first female faces the camera. 

" Well, I am not sure why we are doing this." the female says, she is the smallest out of the four. She has shoulder-length dark brown hair that is still wet from what one can assume was a shower.  Her green eyes flicker every once in a while to behind the camera as if checking to make sure that this is what they must do. A scar is noticeable along the left side of her jaw reaching back to the bottom of her left ear. Another scar is along her right eyebrow, only about two inches long. Her body is slender but muscle can still be seen through the dark brown leather armor she wears.  The others wear the same type of leather armor as her. 

The leather armor was clean. It looked like it has no real purpose but for looks only. The armor had no marks or cuts and looked strange upon the scarred and bruised four who were sitting tiredly on the couch. All four were slouched and their eyes hardly stayed open.

The male to the farthest right is the tallest out of the four. He has long blonde hair with a faint beard showing around his jaw. His eyes are an ice blue color and he has no scars on his face but a bruise can be seen fading covering his right cheekbone. He is built like a barbarian, huge squared shoulders and large muscles can be seen from under the armor.

The man next to him is clean-shaven with short untamed black hair. His eyes are a dark grey color and he seems to favor his left side more than his right. It seems as if he is about to fall asleep right then and there. He is the fair height for a man and is slightly more slender than the barbarian next to him, but also does have the broad square shoulders making them close to the same size just with less muscle.

The final female sits to the farthest left. She has dirty blonde hair. She looks like the barbarian but as if the gender had been flipped. She is almost the same height as the second male but far more slender. She looks as if she is built for acrobatics and speed.

"We were told that we have to tell our story about our coming of age so that outsiders can hear this. I am not sure why but I guess we should introduce ourselves first?" The first female asked," My calling is twenty final."

The tallest male speaks next," My calling is first one." 

"I am number eleven." The other male says.

"I'm number two" speaks the final female.

"A calling is a 'name' we are given upon entering Artal. All children are raised in Artal as soon as they reach a year old. We are raised in groups depending on how many kids are brought in on the same day. We never meet our life-givers and they never know who we are." One said.

"In Artal, we are taught about the history of the nations, the place each nation holds, each ability the nations have, and we are trained so that when we reach eighteen years of age we will journey around to each nation before returning to Artal to perform the ceremony of choosing. At the ceremony, we summon our spirit animal and depending on what animal we summon depends on which nation we will become a citizen a be given a new name." Said Two.

"There are five nations: Artal, Masert, Craysion, Versu, and Brakle. Each nation has their own abilities and resources. They all live in harmony." Eleven said almost like it was a phrase he knew too well.

"The journey is supposed to last a month. Our - ours lasted, according to Artal, a year. We started with twenty kids. It was supposed to be simple, just as we were trained," Twenty sniffed. Tears could be seen forming in all of the four's eyes." We were not trained for war, we were not trained to fight. They came and took us. They called themselves the Awakening. They came and slaughtered and soon twenty became four. We did not know. We did not know..." Sobs fells from Twenty's lips as she repeated the phrase, rocking side to side. The others began weeping also clutching each other tightly.

The screen went black as the click of the camera turned off cutting off the cries that could be heard.