This is what I get for looking for answers. But this couldn't be right. I looked at the marking drawn on the page. Noticing the difference between the drawing and my mark, I looked back over the text above the drawing. Shortly after. Well, obviously that wasn't the case since I was still alive. But there had to be some way to know what is going on for sure. I groaned, got off of my bed and locked the book away in one of the drawers of my dresser.

Frustrated from the lack of answers, I left my room and proceeded to walk down the hall and stopped at the foot of the stairs. I had the strange feeling I was being watched rooted deeply in my gut. My eyes shift rapidly, taking in everything around me. I noticed nothing out of place, but had a vice like grip on the blade strapped to my waist out of precaution, though it was foolish to think that another Demolisher would attack me.

I took in the soft sound of the wood creaking beneath my feet as I walked down the stairs. On the ground level there were murmurs to be heard. Demolishers left and right, but this was not out of the ordinary. The strange thing about the scene was that General Bana was nowhere to be seen. As if summoned by my psyche, General Bana strolled into the foyer and all sound ceased. As he took his position at the front of the room, I edged my way to the far end of the warm near an exit.

I leaned against the unsanded, wood paneled wall waiting to hear what he had to say. 

"After the raid three days ago, we conducted some recon. Their numbers continue to grow, but with our efforts not as many as years prior. One of our own was killed - they tore him limb from limb. But he fought to the end. This, people, is what we are trying to keep from happening! If we allow them to continue to grow, not only will they kill us, but the village too. We need to regroup and strategize." His words were gruff as he looked out into the assembly.

Every time a Demolisher dies in battle, General Bana gives the same speech. Effective, but played out. He continues to speak and my eyes drift around the room as I zone him out. Everyone was enraptured by his strong words. Blind followers. That's what they were.

I was all for the good fight, hence why I've been here since my mom's passing, but I was never one to get caught up by the General.

I felt eyes on me and tuned back into my environment. I looked around the room, but all eyes were on the General. I push myself off the wall and moved further away from the mass of bodies. The feeling grows in the pit of my stomach unsettling me. As I stood at the back of the room I tuned back in to the General. He had stopped mid sentence as Doctor Absinthal went up to him and began whispering into his ear. I watched as the color drained from his face.

I knew something was up. General Bana looked up and looked dead at me with a look of befuddlement and rage. He looked as though he were going to say something but couldn't grasp his words

A little niggling thought was telling me to take the book and run. That's just what I did.

I ran up the stairs, my feet barely hitting the steps, and into my room. I gathered my things as quickly as I could and tucked them and the book into a small bag. I could hear boot thundering down the hall. I wasn't sure what, but shit just hit the fan. I threw on my cloak, putting on the hood, and slipped out of the room through the window, not hesitating once at the three story drop.

Once both of my feet were planted on solid ground I took off running. Not a second passed before the alarms went off.

Abandonment is treason here, but something just wasn't sitting right with the look in General Bana's eyes.

Within minutes I was concealed by the thick foliage. Though this was dangerous territory, I would keep running. I couldn't go to Granny's cottage — that would place her in too much danger. I had no idea where I was running to but I just kept going.

The burning in my legs, the sawing sensation of my breath as it left my lungs, and the growing paranoia as I dodged trees only made me move faster. I had lost my track of time and minutes ran into hours. I had made it deep into the forest before dragging myself to a halt. I looked up at the thick canopy of the trees surrounding me. Walking up to the nearest one, I begin to scale it and make me way to the third lowest branch and perched myself there and surveyed the surrounding area.

Everything was still and the only sounds heard were the chirping of birds, the subtle breeze, and the babbling brook. I knew they were coming after me and had to remain vigilant. The pit of my stomach had a heavy, unnerving feeling settling in it. I remain crouched, the rough bark of the branch beneath me, my ears sensitive to the slightest stir in motion.

The wind was blowing east, and the sudden shift in the west alerted me to the presence of one of my own. I placed the small duffle bag on the branch, concealing it in the leaves, and prepared myself for their strike. My eyes darted around the near by branches as I reached for my daggers. I waited for the demolisher trailing me to reveal themselves, but was blindsided as he came at me and knocked me off my branch.

I clutched my left side as I landed on my feet. I still had a grip on one of my daggers but the other was fifteen feet away from me. I contemplated going after it but the demolisher that knocked me off my branch was readying himself to strike. As he lunged for me, I swiftly turned and landed a kick across his jaw with enough force to send him into the nearest tree. I pushed back my hood and wasted no time.

I tightened my grip on the dagger in my hand and made my way to him. He struggled to get up as he spat out blood. He was level one — I could tell by the way he was slumped over rather than springing back up on his feet. I would have felt insulted by the fact that the general thought I would be overcame by a level one demolisher if I didn't know any better. This demolisher had speed that could be paired off with a higher ranking demolisher. He was just a decoy.

I never liked the idea of harming one of my own, but this was no normal circumstance. I crouched down in front of him and pulled his head up by his corn stalk blonde hair and looked deep into his blue eyes. A faint glimmer of fear could be seen in them. He attempted to strike me but I punched him twice, hard and fast, in his right rib cage. He groaned and attempted to slump forward. I pulled his head further back and looked into his bright fear filled eyes as I punched and broke his collar bone.

I felt the sadistic high fill me then but pushed it back into the recesses of my mind as I decided to put the novice out of his misery. I plunged the dagger into his chest then slit his throat while watching the life leave his eyes.

"Mors est speciosa, no?," Jared's voice came from behind me. Pulling out the dagger from the cadaver's chest, I turned to face Jared.

"Yes, death is beautiful." I respond to him while readying myself to attack. Jared smirked at me but made no move to strike.

"I'm not sure what you did Mist, but the General is not too happy. He wants you to return — never specified whether dead or alive. I'd rather you alive though," He stepped towards me and quickly grabbed the wrist of the hand the dagger was in and pulled me close to him. "Come back with me," his voice was husky and his eyes drooped.

A feeling of revulsion spread through me. I calculated my options but did something based completely on instinct — I head butted him. The move had my head spinning slightly but was quite effective on Jared. In a moment I had him pinned to the floor and looked down on him menacingly. Taking the dagger in my hand I let it rest at his jugular vein.

"Tell General Bana to do better," I say, running my index finger along the side of his face. I take the dagger and stab him on the right side of his body, making sure to avoid contact with any vital organ. Jared winced at the initial pain but I drove it in deeper to make him groan. I left him lying there trying to remove the blade from his side. I scaled back up the tree and grabbed the small duffle bag and lithely jumped down from the branch in which I was perched.

I grabbed my other dagger and began sprinting further into the unexplored territories of the forest. As I ran, several thoughts were on my mind running around on a continuous loop.

I'm on the run with no destination in sight.

I've killed and injured my own.

I may be on the verge of death.

I still no nothing of what's going on at the House of Wolves Sorrow.

And I still have to take down the wolf that killed my mother.

— Hey everyone! I know it's been forever since my last post but things have been up and down the wall crazy! Had some bad WB but I'm here now. Gonna work on my other stories soon.

Tabii XD