Damnation

Never Give In. { Chapter 1 }

       To most people, holding any sort of weapon would give one the feeling of power, the feeling of anything really. Whether it be a gun, a sword, or even a little knife you would find in your kitchen. But for me? I didn't feel power while holding my spear.

I didn't feel anything at all.

My body felt numb as I weighed the spear in my hands, trying to take as long as I possibly could take before I had to fight a handful of people. Sixteen people to be exact. People that weren't actually there. They were illusions, and they were part of my training in becoming a Phantom, or an assassin as what the Venerables would have called such a person.

One would question why a person would want to do such a thing, but I didn't want this. I was FORCED into this. And there was no way of getting out of it, no matter how hard I tried to think of a way out.

"Are you ready?" A voice on the other side of the training room broke me out of my

thoughts and I nodded without moving my gaze from my spear.

Taking in a deep breath, I finally lifted my gaze to find sixteen men and women, all with different weapons, ready and watching me. Slowly moving my hands so they were positioned properly as well as my feet, my eyes locked with a blonde haired, green eyed girl that had to be five feet exactly, and slowly nodded my head, and that was when it all began.

One by one they began to charge at me from all angles, almost making it difficult for me to dodge or return hits that were aimed towards me. But I was managing even though my energy was quickly leaving me the more times I tried to return jabs. I was already tired from the other tries, making me surprised that I even lasted this long.

Quickly spinning around, a tanned skinned woman that looked to be in her twenties with black hair recieved a circle of spikes into her right temple, easily taking the life from her in one swift motion.

One down, fifteen more to go.

Suddenly, a sharp pain went through the back of my left knee and up my leg and through the rest of my body, dropping me to one knee as a scream of pain escaped my lips, my spear landing on the ground in front of me with a clattering noise.

"Get up , Azara! Now!" A voice barked, though it sounded too far away in my ears.

No matter how hard I would try to get up and finish this, I couldn't, I was just too exhausted to do it. A strangled yell escaped my lips as I was knocked forward onto my hands and both of my knees from a blow to the middle of my back.

"Enough!" A voice suddenly boomed.

As soon as that voice filled the room, it was almost like a thin layer of darkness washed over the room, a heavy feeling almost, but the only good thing that came from that was the people surrounding me glitched a few times before disappearing altogether, leaving me on my hands and knees, breathing heavily with the ghost of the pain still coursing through my body.

"Can't you see? She's not fit to take anymore for the day. Why not try again tomorrow when she's not as weak as she normally is. When she might actually have some strength to progress further into this training."

My head snapped up, my gaze locking with a pair of midnight blue eyes, my own deep red and orange eyes narrowing at him as he simply smirk in return. I was working hard to hold back the remark that I wanted to make for my own sake. I was certain that if I said something, my head would be put on a silver platter and eaten by the people in the room I was in.

"Fine, fine, take her away. Your next training session begins tomorrow at half past seven. Get plenty of rest." The Queen said as she waved her hand to dismiss us.