The Clipper's Apprentice (Chronicles of Gideon #1)

The Clipper's Apprentice (Chronicles of Gideon #1)

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"You need a new name. A Baron's name. ... Gideon. My Clippers shall know you as Gideon. Their champion." I was eleven years old, and with those words, I became someone else. A fighter. A killer. A catalyst. Everyone knew it was only a matter of time before Baron Quinn's son and heir, Ryder, stabbed his father in the back in a bid for his lands. Who better to protect him than another son -- one with no ambition, one whose loyalties he could shape with pretty promises? A Cog bastard. Like me. I'm fifteen now. I've fought for my father. I've killed for him. I've seen what lies beyond his borders. And now, undercover in the seediest underworld in the Badlands, I've begun to question if I really owe him anything, after all.... ~~~ AMC Into the Badlands fanfic. Pre-Season 1. OC-centric (as you can probably tell). Not so much AU as "canon-divergent" (the fancy name for "Lol what's a 'canon'?"). Not a crossover, though the title and basic premise were inspired by Robin Hobb's "The Assassin's Apprentice."
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Nothing left my mouth as I stared at him in shock. He truly believed that I was part of this. The man, who I had lived with and served for months. The man who I had protected with my life and soul. I stood still while, as he backed away from me quickly. "I trusted you with my life." His cry pierced around the empty room. He looked so destroyed and hurt, but mostly his face portrayed rage and determation. "And I protected you with mine." I spoke back loudly. I didn't hear myself say it but I knew I did. I look into his eyes even from our distance they seemed to wallow me in darkness. "I gave you mine." My voice was quiet and cracked. His face changed only for a second before his old one took over again. He doesn't believe me. It doesn't matter what I say or do he won't listen. He will still believe I am the bad guy. Just as Kane said, we will never be equals, we will never be fellow humans. We will always be monsters to them. "Yakov, I am not the bad guy." I plead one last time. His Russian accent comes out harsh with his next words. "Your right," he pauses, "you are the villain." I stumble back as if I had just been stabbed in the chest. It was a horrible feeling. It was never good with the emotions and yet I recognize the feeling as heart beak. I barely breathe in air as I regain my posture. A battle cry from somewhere distracts me momentarily. I suddenly remember Ewan. I glare at Yakov one more time before I take off after the cries of battle. Jade believes she started the war among the human and her kind. Nothing is as it was portrayed. The lies and the truth are hidden among each other. There is is no clear good and evil. How can there be if one does not know what is right and what is wrong. She was prepared to see death, prepared to inflict death upon others without mercy or remose. She was prepared to do her job which the Facility had given her. But now it doesn't seem so simple anymore. Instead she focuses on keeping her friends alive.

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