Storms raged above outside Cre’s tent while he slept a dreamless sleep. He was awaken from his slumber not by the storms. It was feeling of danger and a knowledge it was time for the challenge.
Cre rolled out of his sleeping bed coming to his feet with only a pair of rough pants on and nothing else. He reached down picking up his training knife. A Iron knife called the dawn of youth.
He walked out hearing the storms above raging in the desert skies. The Crack and boom of thunder and lightning sounded in the heavens. There was a stillness in the lands though. A crimson magical circle was a few feet from the entrance of his tent.
Crown Prince Crowley Krull stood to the side with his uncles and elders. His elder the prince of his people barely spared him a look.
“You better win, Crescent. I won’t accept anything else from you. I don’t give up my knives easy. You come of age today or you will be left behind.” He said still without looking.
Cre stepped into the crimson circle. The moment he did a phantom appeared. A creature of pure silver and black with a long knife in his hand. He mimicked Cre’s moments as they circled each other.
The world outside of the circle changed spinning in a circle taking them to many places all at once. The creature attacked Cre weaving his weapon around in wide archs. Cre dove and evaded the attacks and kept in the circle.
Cre dove and stabbed the creature in the knee making him pause. Cre kicked the phantom off his feet and stabbed the phantom in the chest.
The knife passed through the phantom and suddenly Cre was the one under attack. Cre was taking on hits and cuts falling to the ground breathing heavy.
The phantom speared Cre with the knife. Cre felt pain for a second until he looked into the face of the phantom and saw his mirror image.
Cre closed his eyes and focused on home. The only home he had ever known. His tribe. His people. The Krull. The storm stopped. He got to his feet but in a new place surrounded my his tribe.
Crowley shook his head at him. “Took you long enough to grab a hold of what you were fighting. So little cousin you seem ready for a run. Do you know how to travel the realms like a true Krull?” He said.
Cre smiled. “Yes sir.” He said. Crowley looked past him.
Cre started to look buy caught the knife that Crowley threw him in his hand. He turned back to his prince and bowed. “Thank you for bringing me this far. I will honor your gift.” He said.
Crowley reached out rubbing his head. “You’ll do. You’ll do fine. Keep up with us. We won’t be slowing down anymore. We have to find a new homeworld and time is never on our side.” He said as he turned and ran in quick speed his body moving fast into another space and realm up into the sky.
The others quickly followed after their prince up to the heavens.
Cre looked down at his knife in his hand. The knife seemed alive and it sparkled with magical light and glow with energy and then he started running chasing after his tribe to quickly catch up to them as they raced through the stars and heavens.
The killer stared at Cre with golden brown bright eyes and a handsome smile. The scent of death was in the tent. The body of the Krull’s crown prince lay on the carpeted floor. The eight tribes men stood frozen at the federation badge in the killer’s hand he held up as a sign of his diplomatic immunity even on the homeworld of the Krull. The Silver wings bird badge symbol was a sign of the empire that hired him. The Dar Empiral ebony knife was lodged in the center of the chest of Prince Crowley Krull’s dead body.
“Is there a reason a Federation assassin killed our tribes man prince? This looks like an act of war from the Federation on a small tribe of wanders.” Cre said calmly.
Max laughed pinning his badge to his clean grey suit. “His royal highness Crowley admitted to crimes against the Queen of the Dar and the Empire and Federation of worlds. He was sentenced to die on the spot. I being the witness and judge did so. It is in the agreement your people signed to become members of the federation. Any objections?” He said.
“What is this proof?” Cre asked calmly.
Max nodded his head. “Your a reasonable lad. You’re former leader was aiding the rebel pirates in resources that were exclusively for the Empiral agents and Federation alliances. He was given a choice. Cancel his upcoming marriage and allow Federation school to come onto your lands for education in Federation worlds laws. He chose to attempt running away from his crimes. I put judgement down on his alone.” He said.
Cre stared at the man. “Is your business concluded here?” He asked in a deathly cold voice.
Max smiled and nodded. “Almost son. Almost. I just need to talk to your elders about a few business and political matters sense your leader has passed on today.” He said.
Cre shook his head. “You will present your message to me and whatever orders you wish to convey and then you will be on your way. We have to bury our family.” He said.
“Listen-“
Cre held up a finger. “Wait. I forgot something.” He said took out a bag of federal coins and dropped them at Max’s feet. “There is your fee to say your peace and leave.”
Max laughed but bent down took the bag and pocketed it. “Alright. Federation wants to send in some people to culture your people up some. You will allow the people to come and live on your land. The Empire plans to deposit a hundred thousand in Empire coin for it. I would suggest you bring your people along to reason. You don’t have much choice in it.” He said.
Cre nodded. “You have made your point on it. The Empire will get the land and their people may arrive when they prefer. Is there anything else?” Cre said.
“Sure is. The Queen of Dar wants you to understand neither the Federation or Dar Empire wish you or yours any bad will. Her message is simple. We wish there to be a friendship and marriage between our people. Despite today’s events she does not see the Krull as enemies only family one day soon enough when your people have learned up on the culture and ways of the Dar and Federation of Worlds. I will be on my way.” Max said.
Cre nodded. “The Empire deplomate is leaving. No one will stop him, talk to him or do him any harm. Am I understood?” Cre said.
Max laughed as the others said nothing but they moved aside to give him room to leave. He nodded to Cre. “Good luck to you and yours. I might see you again some day. If I do-“
“-death will follow you. Thank you Mr. Maximum. You have given me a useful lesson on politics I will never forgot. Now that your job is concluded here I expect her Majesty has more cultures for you to visit and bring to heel. I have to tend to my burial of the last prince and heir to my tribe.” Cre said.
Max laughed. “You people are a very odd folk. Very stiff and uppity lot. You need to enjoy life more. It’ll work out lad. The queen does have a affection for your people inspite of this minor disappointment.” He said and walked out calmly with his hands in his pockets. He whistled a happy tone.
Cre stared after the assassin of the Empire. Woodrow opened his mouth but Cre looked at him. The other man froze. “You will allow that demon to leave here before he brings in the demons of the Empire on us. You will not endanger the tribe. We gave them our word that if one of us broke one of their rules then it was a death sentence. You will hold your frame or I will remove your tongue from your mouth. Tell the elders what happened.” He said but when Woodrow didn’t move fast enough Cre took out his Silver Fang knife. “I gave you an order. You’ll do as I say and nothing more or you’ll not leave this tent alive.” He said in heated whisper.
Woodrow looked around at the others. No one moved or said a word. Cre grabbed the front of Woodrow’s shirt. “I said get going. Move.” Cre said and shoved Woodrow back toward the entrance.
Woodrow turned and ran away. Cre turned back to Crowley’s body on the carpet. He knelt down putting away his Silver Fang in his shieve. He stared at Crowley’s emotionless spiritless face. “No sons to carry on your name or carry on our tale. They have robbed us my Lord. They have stolen you away from us. One day we’ll make them pay. May you rest with your ancestors. Sleep well.” Cre said and he closed the eyelids of Crowley.
Cre looked up as he heard someone come into the tent. The old one Rolle stood in the entrance. He took two steps in and then he knelt down beside Cre. “Woodrew attempted to defy you.” He said.
Cre shook his head. “I will have to kill him. He cannot control himself. He will get us all killed with his wild emotions.” He said.
Rolle shook his head. “The others held him back. The elders will judge him. We most leave soon. The Empire and Federation are coming to enslave us. We must find a new home.” He said and reached inside Crowley’s shirt to remove his royal family symbol. It was the symbol of oddly shaped star medallion. “I remember the day I placed this around his neck. It was mark of hope and new life.”
Cre nodded. “Yes. I remember. We must also find some means to defend ourselves against the invaders now that we know their intentions for us.” He said.
Rolle nodded. “I know. Luckily we won’t have to go far to forge a new beginning or alliances. There is still a wedding to be finalized with the Breakers.” He said and then he put the medallion around Cre’s neck.
Cre stared at him. “Elder. You can’t think to trick the Breakers into accepting me as a false Prince of the Krull. I am not-” He began.
Rolle shook his head. “You took hold of the role and you acted accordingly. We must bury your cousin now and head out to the mountains first before we head to the Breakers to finalize the wedding.” He said.
Cre frowned. “Why the mountains first?” He asked.
Rolle smiled rising to his feet. “You must claim the Catalyst only then will you have the means to lead our people to freedom and wed the Breaker Princess.” He said.
I was in my office when I felt my tattoo come alive. Angus. I called my broom to my hand and called the Owls to me as I arrived above Potter Ranch.
I felt the trouble as I sat on my broom and reached for my wand and blasted several wizards away that appeared. The court of Owls appeared then and the enemy was gone.
I felt power. I looked down at the ranch and saw James flying up from the ranch toward my fellow Owls. I appeared in front of him as he stopped and floated in the air with a magical mystical power that surrounded him.
This was the mist. The ancient magic lost to us. He had advanced far beyond my imagination. I realized what I was seeing. The future and the past in one being. James Potter. He stared at me as an enemy.
“Your father called for his associates to come assist him to protect you and your family. You should go-” I said.
“-Guard the skies do not come on my family land. You are my father’s associates not mean ” James said and disappeared in mist appearing on the ranch below.
Wells appeared before me. His eyes were wide. “When the fuck did he learn to fly. What was that mist around him? Holy shit.” He said.
I stared at him. “Stay away from him and do not go near him.” I said. I floated down to meet Angus who waved me down. I didn’t have time. James had to become a Owl but I knew the price would be he would hate me.
Angus spoke too his son and surprisingly James obeyed him easily. Angus turned to me with frustration on his face. “You didn’t tell me he could fly. We have to bring him Angus. I’m sorry.” I said.
Angus stared at me. “Are you? This is going to harder for you. What do you know about what is going on here?” He said.
I nodded. “Yeah. He’s doing something in there. I need to know what’s going on in your workshop and the court needs to records his works and guide him along.” I said.
Angus shook his head. He looked away from and froze. I followed his gaze and I stared at Wells standing in front of James talking to him but I couldn’t hear him.
James moved attacked Wells easily and then he had Wells in front of me. He stared at me. “This piece of shit sent the thief into our house. He confessed to me.” He said looking at Angus and ignoring me.
What followed was series of events that made me feel like I was every bit the monster James saw me as. I tried to maintain control. I was losing it. When I thought I had brought everything into sense of justice the laughter in James eyes made me feel like a joke.
Angus was barely holding on to his oath to me and then Wells had tried to kill James. Axe had removed him for me.
“Well that pretty much ends things doesn’t it.” James said turned to go. “I want to have a meeting with you and your father about some issues tomorrow. I would hope to see you there.” I said to him.
“I don’t work for you Cole. So you shouldn’t expect shit from me but indifference for what you want.” He said coldly.
I started to speak but Angus spoke convincing James that making an enemy out of me was the wrong move to go. After that I said nothing. Angus got his son to do what I wanted not because of trust in me but the reality he was trying to protect his son from me.
I left the Potter Ranch rising to the sky and then I apparition to my office. The court followed me. I sat behind my chair.
“Nick. What are you planning?” Axe asked me.
I heard doubt in his voice. “James will be inducted into the court tomorrow. I want you and the others to mentor him. We’ll get the information on what he’s doing in the workshop. He’ll be assigned his first mission tomorrow.” I said.
“I meant what’s the plan with how to treat him? Angus is the only one he’ll answer to. We’re his enemies.” Axe said.
I tapped my fingers on my arm rest. “Once he is an Owl member he will be our younger brother. We bring him up and grow close to him. All we have to do is show him loyalty. The only reason he would turn against us would be we became the monsters he expects us to be.” I said.
“I can’t being around him. Every time he looks at me I feel like shit head.” Axe said.
I nodded. “I know. But if we don’t bring him in and protect him then we will become the monsters we promised never to be.” I said.
I was nervous as I sat with my back to my brother’s at the restaurant table. I wished it could have been more private but I had out voted. Things were moving fast. I had gotten the watch reports from the back-sight on the sudden changes in James Potter’s path and the alliances he had forged quickly.
I had to move quickly.
Angus and his son appeared together. I smiled at them but I froze as I saw the look James gave me a second he saw me and then he quickly tried to hide it.
James hated me. No. The heir of Merlin looked at me as a monster. It hit me. I had failed. I knew what I was capable of now. I knew what my limits would be.
I would push forward. I would overcome. I shook Angus hand and I turned to James. He nodded to me. I took in his measure and sensed the power hidden behind his youthful face. His eyes. Yes. Angus was right. His eyes told the story of a young who knew what pain and death were. He had been closely associated with them as I had myself.
He sat and we made minor chit chat that was only a formality. I saw him work magic easily using it without speaking. He pushed it out from his body. The end of the conversation came quickly when he told me to myself that he had no intention of being my bitch.
I laughed it off noticing how quiet Angus was during all this. I finally allowed him to take his leave and he disappeared leaving behind a grey mist on the chair.
I turned to Angus. “He believes me to be an enemy of his. I promise to surprise him and become his friend.” I said.
Angus stared at me. “What do you want to know?”
“Did he tell you?” I asked.
Angus shook his head. “His wife told me what happened from her end. Yeah. He brought his wife back with her memories too. They did some wild things eighteen months from now.” He said.
“Two years! Two years.” I said twice.
Angus nodded. “Yep. Someone attacked the sky realm my boy made and killed my family.” He said.
I nodded. “Me. Your saying I ordered the death of your family in this sky realm that James made. What is a sky realm?” I said.
“James used a bit of my magic along with several other forms to craft another place like earth above my ranch where they made inventions that advanced magic by the months.” He said with more then a little pride in his voice about his son.
I couldn’t conceive of any reason I would try to stop that. “He’ll have his opportunity to bring back this sky realm and do more now.” I said.
Angus shook his head. “No. James isn’t interested in returning to that. My daughter in-law says she is going to try to attempt to get him back on to his true passion but she is afraid it is gone after what happened.” He said.
I shook my head. “That is nonsense. I have to know what happened Angus. I have to bring him into our circle. He’s our future. If he gets turned to the dark Lord’s side.”
“Leave him be.” Angus said. “He’ll come along at his own pace and time. He’s earned some peace.”
“He went to visit a female named River Song. Do you know why?” I asked.
Angus sighed. He stared at me. “What are you doing, Nick?” He said.
I stared at him. “He has a black rage in him. Such anger and power in a young man like himself can damage my peoples future. He already has one tribe of Magi under his protection. This is only the beginning. There is still hope to guide him back around to right side.” I said carefully.
Angus nodded leaning forward toward me. “Your the cause of his pain and loss, Nick. Your the reason he is the way he is. It’s what you become. Hell the only reason he came here was because of me. He is opposed too everything you are and will be. He still some how respects me though I can’t know why when I failed him. I didn’t have the strength to protect his dreams from being burned away by you and our friends.” He said.
I stared at him and and then laughed. I couldn’t help it. My hand was steady as I ran it through my hair once then twice. I sighed. “I hear you. But, I have done nothing to him or you. I have to know everything that happened. He was sent back. There has to be a way-” He said.
“I want you to leave my son alone, Nick.” Angus said. “Leave him out of this fucking war you have with the shit head. I’ll give you the information you need. Will you do me this favor?” He said.
I stared at him. “I can’t promise you none interference. We have to train him. We have to give him all our knowledge and experience so that he can do push our people forward to the next level. It is my duty to pure my knowledge into him. Angus. Your son will rise above all of us because what he lead our children into a new era.” I said.
Angus stared at me. “I know you believe what your saying. I know your a good man but your mortal. Let him be. His mother and I will help him heal but you and the fellas can’t be apart of it. Your the reason he became this way.” He said.
I stared at him. “Alright. I won’t go near him. None of us will go near him. However. He’s a powerhouse Angus. Not like you were on his age. His destiny means more for my children’ future. Our world will see him for it he is. They will come after him to make him choose a side. I will insist he become apart of the court. That insistence will not be up for refusal.” I said.
Angus sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. He looked at me. “Why won’t you let this shit go?” He asked in frustration.
“Angus. I have to change the course of events before I betray you brother. There is one event that has not happened to him. I’m asking you as a brother one last time. Allow me to redeem myself in your eyes and change my course. Owls do not betray each other. It is our oath.” I said.
Axe came to stand between us. “We all feel this way Angus. James is to powerful. Either he will swayed to the dark Lord or be on our side. Either way I know my sons will follow him when he comes into his full power decades from now. I want him on our side. I’m not going to up for fighting against him and my sons.” He said.
Angus nodded his head. “Fine. The day they come to force that choice I’ll bring him to the court to be inducted into our ranks. Just remember what I told you before. You know where I stand.” He said and disappeared.
I leaned back in my chair. My head hurt. I looked at Axe. He stared at me. “That kid scary but he’s also the kind of man we need in the court. Your riding a line though. He’s the last Deathly hollow and the heir to Merlin.” He said.
I nodded my head. “I know but we need to know what happened in his time-line. This is our only chance.” I said.
I’m going to do it. My way of course. It’s something I have been thinking about off and on for a couple of weeks now. I have to start planning out what type of story it’s going to be but in general it’s going to be popcorn fantasy fun ride.
God I can’t stand Harrison Ford. That old fuck ruined the character Han Solo for me. I’m going to rant a bit. That old ass fuck is such an annoying asshole. Not a good fun loving asshole but pure bitter bitch drunken old ass asshole.
This dude hated Han Solo for his own stupid reasons. He was all to willing to have the chance to kill that character off when he came back for Disney’s the force awakens.
Anyway. I got an idea of sorts in my head. George Lucas said that he was going for a decent enough tribute to Flash Gordan. A space opera feel with family elements. Simple story though. Big bad guys have princess and young hero along with handsome asshole must save princess and defeat the evil bad guys in space.
Now. I didn’t grow up with Flash Gordan the TV show. I just saw the movie as a kid. Kick ass movie by the way.
What I grow up with is anime shows and action movies.
Most importantly video games. If I can stick to the formula it will be “Something Wars” I haven’t got the name just yet. But it has to be something with Wars in the name.
I’ll need a wise old man. A young hero. Princess. Impossible mission. A dragon or empire of evil. Underdog story. The antangist will have to be strong and scary.
Angus Potter appeared in my board room on a Sunny day. This was wrong. I hadn’t called him to the court but he had shown up and I knew before he spoke it was bad. He was supposed to be on a mission.
Angus stared at me. “Call the Owls. We need to talk.” He said in a serious voice.
I touched my palm to my left forearm and summoned my brothers to take flight and return to our court. They appeared suddenly one by one until the room was filled with Mt brothers.
They all looked confused but then that confused turned to concern as they looked at Angus. He only stared at me.
“What happened. Is James fine?” I asked.
Angus shook his head. “No. A few hours ago after his graduation Neville gave me a box of crap and message from Sybill Trelawney for James. If the conditions were set for him to receive it.” He said.
The quiet in the room was uneasy. We all knew that name and what fate her messages held. I stood. “She gave your son a prophesy. Is he to slay the new Dark Lord?” I asked. This was all wrong. I had failed. He was only seventeen. Barely a man yet. How the hell did it come to this again.
Angus shook his head. “No. He is now the heir of Merlin.The man of the mist has returned to us.” He said in a cold voice.
My head hurt. This was beyond anything I thought to hear. I smiled feeling joy for first time in a long but my smile froze as I stared at him.
“This is a blessed gift for our people. A new era has begun. What’s wrong with you at last we have good news.” I said.
Angus stared at me. “To receive his appointment he had to go through life changing events. Be tried by the hells of fire and return from a distant future to our present.” He said.
I understood now. “You were given a message to as well. How far has he come from the future?” I asked. I couldn’t believe this. Distant time travel. It was forbidden and spell know was caste away.
“It’s impossible Nick.” Wells said from my right. “The boy wouldn’t know the art or spells to perform it.” He said.
“You such a dumb ass.” Angus said. I turned as I realized instantly what Angus had figured out. Of course.
“Angus. You can’t simply believe the boy or that old witch. She hasn’t told an Oracle in over fifty plus years. The boy wouldn’t have that kind of power yet even if he was the legend of the mist.” He said.
“No.” I said. “James wouldn’t need to do the damned spell. Angus. Me or one of the Owls would had to send him back because the war had gotten out of hand and we needed someone to go back far enough to warn us on the traps to avoid. It would mean we lost the war. Angus. How does he look?” I asked.
“He looks the same. His eyes. His eyes though are aged. He’s been through the shit. I know we must have to taught how to fight. He’s more powerful now and very angry. I think he might have something against you.” He said.
I turned back slowly to him. Angus stared at me searching me now. “I have to meet him. When he gets around me I’ll have an answer to your question.” I said.
“What question is that on my mind?” Angus said.
“Did I attempt to destroy the dawn of new era and harm the heir to our future. I will tell you the truth brother. I will not lie.” I said.
Angus nodded but his dark eyes stared at me with intent and purpose. I saw the dragon of the west now. “I keep my word Nick. To you and the court. You have my loyalty and I fight beside you forever. I can let go of Wells here running a thieving operation. He’s apart of the team. He’ll I can ignore a lot dirty shit anyone here is into. It is what it is. I want you to know the day you or anyone in this room comes at my son sideways for any reason I won’t give you any warning. I’ll burn you and your whole fucking court to ashes. That’s where I stand.” Angus said and disappeared.
“Nick-” Wells started but stopped when I looked at him.
“We don’t know anything yet. We have to gather as much information as we can on what James experienced and knowledge he gained of our enemies. We have a war to win. Remember. We lost in the time-line James came from. I have no intention on losing in my time-line. We are brothers. Angus has not turned on us so we must not do the same to him. The court of Owls fly united and together. We are brothers. Whatever dealings you have that may harm our unity end now.” I said and I looked at the rest of them. “You all sware not to harm our brother’s boy and family now or you may leave my court forever my enemy.” I said.
They held out their fist to me and nodded. I sighed. “Alright. We have to work fast to become closer to Angus and his family to gain the knowledge we need to win.” I said.
I’m looking around at one dropping another free book drop. I’m have to do a quick read on it to see if it needs more work. I think low fantasy is my niche but in general I have found that the writing comes easy and feels great.
I’m enjoying the process. The editing is just as fun and entertaining as the writing flow.
Value. I find myself asking myself this question a lot lately. Mainly because of my quest to produce it at a greater supply in my life. I am poet and storyteller.
I find the greatest value in using my best elements to inspire and help people. I’m a hopeful guy. I’m also a fighter. Both are elements that I weave into my craft for the benifit of others to enjoy.
The Process of writing the James Potter series was a fun ride for my first parody. The writing wasn’t easy. This is my first parody series. A lot of lessons learned and work went just into the process of making as in the writing. Warning slight spoilers ahead.
Outline and note taking. I had to sit down and write down a plan. Charecter sheet. World building rules. Chapter word count. Moral focus. Themes. Several pages and lines of notes. I did this to save time but also to have a clear beginning middle and end for the first vol.
Research. I had read the entire series of Harry Potter books 1-7 and saw some the movies. So I had some knowledge of the world and feel of it. I still needed to refresh my memory on somethings. I used Harry Potter world wiki site as my guide and consulted an expert on the fictional world. Once I had the feel of the world down I broke it down again and added my own twist to it.
Parody. I wanted this to be a parody with the elements of comedy and other fictional devices included in the book. James Potter would not be Harry Potter. James would be archetype of three charecters. In fact the book would be like a mirror echo from a mirror universe. But, have a similar feel to the Harry Potter World.
Fictional genres. There are a dozen fictional genres I included in the series. The book is current era popular fiction online. All intentional. Eastern magical martial arts storytelling to isakai fiction and magical guns. A host of other themes as well.
How original is James Potter? I would say the book series is it’s own thing. It’s loosely related on Harry Potter book series. Harry Potter books 1-7 I would grade 12-17. I would grade the James Potter series 17 for Mature with guns & Roses and whole lot of action.
Audience. I made this shit for men and myself. I like action movies and 1911s.
Concept. The idea of the dark Lord getting blasted to hell with a magical 1911. Fucking awesome my dude.
Logan woke up to scent of warm meat and talk. He opened his eyes to stared up at the ceiling and then he rolled out of bed. He hurried over to the breakfast that had been brought into the sleeping courtiers of the male chosen. Vince along with the twenty others young males were all laughing and eating a table set with food.
Vince of course set at the head of the table. Logan noticed their wasn’t left room enough for him to sit down at and eat. He didn’t care. He merely made room for himself by sliding on the side. He snacked up a bowl and wooden spoon he started dipping his spoon into a steaming pot of beef stew. Once his bowl was filled he snatched up bread and fruit. He started eating fast and casting occasionally glances at the doors.
“Why are you in such a rush Jones?” Vince said loud enough to gain Logan attention. The others quieted down. “We have a good amount of time before we’ll start our first training sessions with the masters.” He said frowning at him.
Logan smiled at him. “It’s a habit from back home. Always in a rush to finish breakfast and get to work. What are you going to be learning today?” He asked attempting to distract Vince. Logan already knew what they were going to be learning.
Vince grinned. “You planning on learning with us today? I thought you had planned on going your own way and all that shit. Strange thing at that. Seeing it’s your first day here and you know as much as we all know about Grim Old.” He said.
Vince’s comment caused a lot of overindulgent energetic laughter from the others at Logan’s expense. Logan continued to eat ignoring the laughter at him and open sneers from the others.
“Well?” Vince asked.
Logan looked at Vince in question. “Well?! Well, what?! Oh sorry. Did you ask me question. I wasn’t listening.” He said.
Vince stared at him as the others laughed at Logan. “We were having a conversation. You forgot that quickly?” He said.
Logan shrugged. “I was bullshitting with you Vince. I don’t give a fuck what the fuck you’re doing to do. I was just trying to make conversation with you to past the time by. Looks like breakfast is over.” He said pointing to the door as it was opened outwardly.
Sargent Jai and two other slave trainers greeted them with a bow of their heads. Jai stood aside and waved them to follow him outside.
“It is time to begin your training. Your trainers will be outside. I will train you in the basics then Trigger and Ran here will help you in practical combat. Now. It is time for our first session.” He said and turned on his heel and walked out.
Logan grimanced as he knew what was going to happen next. He got up at the same time as Vince. He waited as Vince turned and lead the others out. He followed from the back.
So far everything felt like it was going the same way it did. Logan saw the Trainer Zim standing in the fighting ring. Vince and Ed Dent were called to the ring. Logan smiled when he sensed Darla creep up from his right side as he was the last one to step out of the bunk house.
Darla was dressed the same as yesterday but she smelled like fresh flowers and morning dew scents coming from her body. Her hips swayed as she came up to stand close up to him. He slipped his arm around her waist as they walked out together.
“You smell like a good day baby. You get a good night sleep?” He said.
Darla shrugged. “It was pleasant but it would have been better with you in my bed.” She said in that thick Swedish accent.
Logan cupped her behind once and sighed. “That is the most sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.” He said.
“Why do you react so strangely when I speak simple answers?” She said in a purring voice and direct stare.
Logan had planned to tell her some sweet pretty line. The idea was cast aside in his own head quickly enough. It would only be a waste of time. The truth seemed more time effective.
“Honestly. I like your voice and you have a nice ass. The idea of putting a baby in you sounds fun every time look at your hips. We have no time for that sadly. I will have to settle for bending you over occasionally when we have a moment of privacy.” He said in a private voice to her openly shocked face.
Darla’s cheeks flushed with heat. She stared at him and breathed in his scent. Darla nodded her head slowly. “That is a high compliment you have given me. Thank you. I look forward to you keeping your promise.” She said and intentionally adding a husky whisper to her voice.
Logan’s lips curved into a wolfish grin but he only nodded in answer to her reply. He then turned his attention toward the fighting ring. “Only being honest baby. Let’s see what the heroes are going to learn.” He said.
Vince and Ed faced off against Trainer Zim. It was supposed to be a muck fight but used with real swords. Vince and Ed attacked Trainer Zim with the swords at the command of Jai. They went at it with him.
Trainer Zim beat them away easily at their first attack. They continued the attack on Trainer Zim. The goal was simply to smack him on the shoulder or ass.
Vince was the first to lay a hit on Trainer Zim by using magic to light up the blade of his sword and distract him. He attacked and smacked him on the arm. He didn’t ley up his guard though as Zim sliced at him with air magic.
Vince blocked the attack with his own magic using his blade. He got pushed back and landed on his back.
Ed attacked and sliced Zim’s chest. Ed cursed and held up his hand. “Sorry about that. I went to far. My apologies.” He said with a smile.
Logan had saw the move and knrw it hadn’t been accident. Logan frowned. That was new.
A wizard came up and raising her hand. He pushed magic at Zim and healed his wound.
Zim nodded to her. He turned to Ed. “Again. On guard.” He said.
Ed attacked heatedly while Zim stood still accepting the attacks. Suddenly, he paried a attack and sliced Ed’s chest across the chest twice.
Ed roared and lost his shit. He attacked for blood and then he was dead and headless. Some of the young heroes threw up. Vince stared in dispassionately. Logan frowned shook his head and glanced at Darla.
Darla stared at him. “He was a fool.” She said.
Logan nodded. “Yes. Ed forgot he was facing a trained warrior.” He said.
“Indeed. Hero Logan Jones.” Sargent Jai said.
Logan noticed then that everyone was watching him. Logan grunted. One of the young heroes tried to take a swing at him. Logan chopped him in the throat quickly and kicked him in the chest.
The young hero was coughing and staring at Logan in fear. Logan shook his head at him. “Do ever do that shit to me again. You come at me side ways I go for the win. Remember that.” He said.
Sargent Jai nodded to Logan staring at him differently. “You are correct. You are all being trained for war and survival. There is no safe place or moment to lose your thinking head.” He said and looked around at everyone. “Now. Please respect your trainers. Do not forgot they are trained warriors if you threaten their life you will suffer the same fate as Hero Ed.” Sargent Jai said.
Logan had to give him a nod. Sargent Jai was a bastard but he was smart in the lesson. It served two purposes. To train them to take their lessons seriously and to control the moral perception of what happened.
The wizard that had healed Zim. She bowed to him. “I am Clara of Dans. I am to train you how to heal at level of mastery.” She said.
Logan snorted. Darla drew closer to him. “Are you now? Do you happen to know where Smiths place is near here?” He asked.
