There was a flash, a feather slowly floated out of the dust. As the debris slowly cleared a boy of no more than 13-14 years appeared. As he stood up he flicked his bright blond hair out of his eyes and blew the feather out of his path. He was in the middle of a desert, he looked around… Nothing. The boy started walking slowly towards the sunrise, towards the void. All of a sudden he extended his arm it glowed fluorescent blue then made a purplish-black circle. He stepped in and was gone.
A boy was born that day to a sickly widow on a ranch. The civil war was still occurring so it would be tough times. The mother, Castilleja, cared for the baby for years and years until he was 12 then she had to leave him to care for her own. Artarus left his mother to find easy work. He started as a blacksmith and made swords for the West Soldiers of the civil war. Twenty years had passed since the war started and times were getting tougher and tougher. The Westies were losing and it was turning into total war. One had to move if they lived near the border, or else they would be killed by Easies (the East Side). It was only until The Resistance did the Westies finally pull through. This was when women and kids started to revolt. It was unexpected and the Easies were easily stalled. Westies were winning now and Artarus was happy. Artarus, against his pleas, could not fight in the war because he was foretold by the Warlocks that he one day would be a threat to all because he would possess too much power. It was a gift to even work with weapons, none the less learn how to make them. Artarus one day gave up his job and worked as an undercover spy for the king of Oridiath. He did well and got promoted to Head Assasin of the Resistance. One day he was on his biggest assassination, to kill the general of the Easies, Horatus.
Artarus darted through the bushes and trees his small daggers tied to his waist, and a cloak shielding his face. He vaulted up, “Hyaaah‼‼” He shouted, and then came down on Horatus with a bang, piercing a knife in the back of Horatus’ neck. Horatus was dead.
“What the heck?!” Shouted one of the soldiers
“Oh my god!” Shouted another
Artarus back flipped then landed on a tree and darted back towards the nearest Westie base.
When he had arrived at the base he found out that he was quite cut up with battle scars. He felt dizzy and fell when he was awakaning from his seemly sleep trace he was surrounded by medical perfessionals... "Wa... Where..." he was still dizzy and was dying rapidly... he had seen things he had never seen in the west... He heard doctors speaking of internal bleeding and subjects he had never heard of in his lifetime. As he faded he suddenly awoke as if it were a bad dream on the battlefield. "Wha-" he had just woken up unaware where he was... "He's alive!" he had heard the voices of his colleages and he knew he was home once again.
By @TitanDYLAN
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