20 Lives

20 Lives

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“It was just another day, another life not worth surviving.” The brave, free country is now at fault as lacking resources lead to war. The future is worse than what the past has predicted. In an isolated town — Ashden — lies an academy. The largest an academy can offer. Students, often at age ten, are taken from the parents’ custody at a young age. Here, they train for five years until they have reached the age of fifteen. All students are separated into a total of four groups — gun study/mechanics, stealth work, physical combat — and last but not least, strategy. One student from each group will be forced to work together. As time progresses, they will be challenged to face the outside world and its reality. The reality of an unfolding war. If the adults cannot win, the country’s last resort would be its adolescents. Will the world come to calm terms? Or will it continue as it is?
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Growing up in chaos isn't simple for all. Not many could cope. They would struggle and kick, but ultimately drown. However, for Dakota, that was his normality. Torturing. Maiming. Killing. That was his life, the life of a hunter. The Arizona line was elusive, written fame in the lore of hunters, and infamy for their prey. They were the best. No one could ever compare to their skills, their abilities, their ruthlessness. But Dakota was something else. His siblings might have learnt to enjoy the hunt, well most of them anyway, but Dakota didn't. There was always something missing for him, something he was waiting on. Silent and everlasting hope. A promise had been made to him, the day his twin brother was stolen, taken by the enemy, plucked right from the very home the Arizonas had grown up in. A promise of something better, something that he might actually want in his life. Now, almost sixteen years later, something was coming. A change was begging to be found. Maybe it would be for the best. Maybe Dakota would finally find that certain something that had been missing his whole life, something to fill the dark and fractured abyss that ached and wailed within. But nothing was ever that simple. Because, of course, the promise that had been made to Dakota would never be anything plausible for him, anything tangible to have and to hold. He had been promised a new life, by the greatest enemy of them all. It wouldn't be easy. Not with his family still clinging to his heels, the teachings of blood and violence burnt into his mind. No, leaving them behind wouldn't ever be easy. Then again, staying with them would only bring his inevitable death. Why not take the chance to die happy? After all, out of the ashes, a phoenix will rise...

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