Rose was a cheerful woman. She was twenty eight years old, and was living the life she had always dreamed of, one of adventure and unending suspense. Every new day came with its own set of secrets and mysteries for Rose to unravel. She was like a kid in many ways, curious, inquisitive and seldom sad.
All these personality traits though, never really affected her ability to work. While on a mission, she was one of the most resourceful people Chiron had. She could fight like a tiger, and hide herself when she needed to with cat like precision. Her miraculous powers had often provided a quick escape for Chiron’s men, whenever the situation got too sticky.
Rose never really went on missions to harm anyone, much like a child never plays a first person shooting videogame to kill virtual people, he plays it to have fun. Rose was similar. When she went on to missions, her mind was focused on just one thing, success. Anything and anyone that came in the way was quickly set aside in the category of collateral damage.
And success, was what Rose had presently achieved. She knew the boy was important. He had kicked up quite a storm back at the Camp. Almost everyone was talking about him. And yet, as Rose now sat looking at him, she was disappointed. The boy was nothing more than a little bag of bones. He was weak, didn’t look particularly sharp, and had collapsed into unconsciousness as soon as he was brought on board the ship.
Rose couldn’t imagine why Chiron seemed to be so worked up about so weak a boy, when he had at his command men who could turn entire cities to dust in a matter of seconds.
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Chaos
FantasyA tale of a boy who was suddenly snatched from his world and thrown into a world filled with things he couldn't understand. A tale of men and women who had at their disposal powers that could wreak havoc on mankind. A tale of elements, with each one...
