Clinking of metal and the sound of footsteps.
Those were the two noises Lone heard when he opened his eyes. For one moment, he was staring at Z, and the next, he was in this wooden box, chained to it like a wild beast. He really couldn't say how this happened, but he wouldn't say otherwise.
His eyes scanned the area around him, and he only saw three things. Chains linking his arms and legs to the walls, an iron-barred window showing men in metal armor, and a spear lying before him. There was also a strange feeling on his face.
"Maybe my Window will help me," Lone thought to himself as he pulled it up.
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Name: [Lone]
Age: [15]
Gender: [Male]
Mark: [Knight]
Active Skills: [Man of Arms], [Warring Howl]
Passive Skills: [Spearhead]
Items: [Slone]
Background: [A boy raised by two loving parents and a loving brother. He lived a happy life and a happy time, smiling every day. But one day, he got tired of smiling and decided to laugh instead. And so he grabbed a spear that his father made and stabbed them all in the heart while they slept. He did not laugh, but wept as he turned himself in and was sentenced to the Barrier Fort, where he would serve on the front lines against the wave of Bestials until his sentence was up, both in life and in death.]
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The first thing he noticed was that the age, which was empty before, was now showing a number. A number he knew well. Then the next thing he noticed was the item slot now having something in it, something called [Slone]. If he were to guess, it was probably the spear before him. And finally, there was the background.
"How eerie," he murmured out loud as he closed the window and looked at the spear before him.
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[Slone]- A gift made by an old blacksmith to his son. Hoping that he would use it to wander the world instead of growing old in a town like himself. But bathed in the blood of his creator, the spear has gone silent, only awakening when its wielder faces an enemy that it deems as an enemy. Skill: [Rejuvenice]- A skill that allows the user to regain all lost energy and partially heal from any wound inflicted. Can only be used once per day.
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While reading, Lone could only stay silent as he stared at the spear. A story that told him all he needed to know.
In a sense, he was in the body of a boy who just committed murder on his family using the spear before him. The boy then turned himself in and was sentenced to a place called Barrier Fort, where he would spend the last of his days fighting things called Bestials, whatever those were.
But with the information he has now, he could probably guess where in the boy's story he was now. Lone looked out of the window and saw that wherever they were going was nowhere near civilization. For there were trees as far as the eye could see, and they weren't even traveling on any roads.
"Which would explain the bumpy ride," Lone said, which was followed by a loud bang from outside.
"Shut it, you murderer," a man wearing metal armor shouted as he slammed his sword against the hull of what Lone believes is a wagon. The man's armor had some cracks and cuts on its surface, and it was very obvious they weren't man-made. As there were bite marks deeply embedded in his metal shoulder.
Lone didn't say anything and just stayed quiet.
"God, that boy is finally shutting up. I never thought he would be quiet with the whole "I killed my parents thing he was whining out," was getting annoying to hear," another man wearing the same armor said. But he did not hold a sword, but a halberd.
Lone just glanced at the two men who were talking amongst one another before falling limply. The chains held his body up and ensured he would not fully touch the ground.
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Some time had passed, and the cart was still moving. We know who we are taking, a young boy, but the reason for such bindings still boggled me.
I walked to one of my comrades and tapped his shoulder.
"What is it, Stewart?" he said as he glared at me. The hold of his shield and sword tightened for a second before loosening.
"Why are we carrying that boy in such bindings? Isn't it a bit too much for a single person?" I said as I looked at the cart we were walking beside. It seemed worn down with time, yet the clinks of the chains and the metal bars remind those who see it that it breathes.
"... you don't know what is in there, do you?" the man said, pausing for a moment as he pointed his shield at the small barred window, "that is not a person, but a weapon ready to kill us at any moment. That is a Wielder with no knowledge of how to use their abilities."
"A Wielder!" I said loudly, looking back at the cart, "How could such a young boy be given such power?!?"
"Sorrow and maybe anger. We all know that the Arcana only go to those who are chosen or of lineage. Sadly for us, he was chosen, and now we must make sure he doesn't escape unless we all wish to die," the man said as he walked further ahead.
Leaving me by myself as I stared at the wooden cart. Once I thought it was a dull wood, but now I know it's a coffin ready to open at any second to claim us.
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We set up camp for the night. We are a day's march from the fort. The high-ranking soldiers are in the northern tents with SirMarius, the only Wielder of our escort. I do not know much, but if I remember correctly, he can create illusions. I don't remember how strong his illusions are, but if he is sent to help with this escort, then he must be strong.
I stare at the north tents for a moment before going back to the flame burning before me. Used from nearby twigs, leaves, and sticks that we found nearby. Though it might not seem like much, it is far better than having no fire. The cold winds will chill even those with the toughest of armors to their bones. So this fire is better than nothing.
I looked around our camp, seeing the comrades around me. We all had just gotten out of boot camp and had done some missions with one another. We were recently told of this job and that if we complete it we would all be-
The thought was interrupted when I saw a soldier holding a bow get picked up by a giant hand and dragged into the forest. His scream echoed into the forest, followed by the roars of a beast.
The roar and scream alerted everyone. Everyone grabbed their weapons and prepared for a battle. Everyone was quickly running out of the tents with weapons in hand and quickly forming into small groups.
From the forest, several clicking noises were heard, followed by growls.
"BESTIALS!!!" Someone shouted out as those words reverberated through all the roars.
"But how? How did they get past the forts?" I thought as I watched the first few Bestials walk through the trees and into the open. Their red eyes glowing in the darkness of the woods were the only things I could make out.
I couldn't hear the answers to my questions as I watched the swarm of Bestials charge forth. Their violent clicks and roars, followed by the steps of metal, were all that I heard before we clashed.