is anyone still reading this? I know each chap is long.
"So who's doing first watch tonight?" Shinik said after he and Chiatsa started settling down for the night.
"You" Chiatsa answered.
"Ack! But I did first watch last night!"
"So?"
"Well shouldn't we be taking turns like we usually do?"
"Normally yes, but...One, you asked. Two, I still need to get you back for that 'stunt' you pulled earlier today."
"You're still uptight about that! Sheesh talk about a grudge."
"Whatever. Now shut up and let me sleep." Chiatsa said as she climbed a tree and layed down.
Shinik sat quietly for a moment, then a thought occured to him.
"Hey Chiatsa?"
"What?" she growled.
"Well I just realized that today was the first time I've really seen you fight."
"So?"
"Well I could be giving you too much praise here but you fight with the fieriousity of a dragon."
"Really?"
"Yes, you had cut down three of those warriors before I had even killed one."
"Well thats because you attacked the highest ranking one first."
"I did?"
"Yep, he was rank 7 or so, the rest were only rank 5."
"Geez talk about just plain dumb luck."
"Yep." Chiatsa chuckled.
"Your sword must be really sharp too, you were cutting right through their armor."
"Yep it's coated with Clearmetal."
"What!? Boy are you the priviledged one. Where did that stuff come from anyway?"
Chiatsa merrly chuckled and fell asleep, leaving Shinik's question hanging.
It had taken the rest of the day and late into the night for Sabono and the rest of the group to make it back. But before they were allowed to get some food and sleep, they were grilled by their superiors.
"How many were there?" one asked.
"Two sir." Sabono answered.
"Describe them"
"Yes sir. One was fairly tall with a heavy build and orange eyes. The other was shorter with a lighter build and bright yellow eyes. Both wore only what seemed to be a black suit made of silk that covered them from head to toe. Both carried swords, one was Serian make, the other I have know idea what make it was."
"Describe it."
"Yes sir. The blade was about 3 feet long, hilt made of brass. The blade had an odd look to it."
"How so?"
"Well sir it looked like steel but coated with something else, it looked halfway transperent."
The male looked shocked for a moment, then continued. "Do you see them kill the others."
"No sir."
"You said one of the assistent males was left to guard you and the others. What became of him?"
"Well sir, when the Shadowhunters came he turned and fled. Haven't seen him since."
The male scowled at this. "When the Shadowhunters saw you what did they do?"
"For a moment they just stared at us, then one of them looked like he was about to attack us."
"And?"
"The other said to leave us 'cause we weren't worth the trouble."
"Hmm, very well that will be all. You may go now."
"Thank you sir." Sabono said gratefully and exited the tent.
The male that had interogated him also exited and went into a nearby tent, where Hasik was waiting. After recanting what he'd been told, Hasik said:
"This can be bad if the Serians are truely starting to get their weapons from the Dragonlands."
"Yes sir." the male said.
"Did all of them give such a detailed descripation?"
"No sir, only the last one did. The rest could only give vague information."
"Hmm, are you sure he didn't make it up?"
"Positive sir."
"What was the youths name?"
"Uh I believe it was Sabono sir. He was the one you tested yourself recently I believe."
"Sabono huh? Well then have him promoted to the 3rd rank. Someone that is that observet is quiet valuable."
"Yes sir! Right away sir!" the male said and exited the tent while Hasik sat and thought. Well now, he is turning out to be worth something after all, unlike the others.
Meanwhile Sabono was laying in his hamock thinking. He couldn't get what that one Shadowhunter had said. What did he mean by 'mass murders'? Sure we kill when we fight and take prisioners to use for the first rank test, but what else could he had meant. He was imaging him in his head, going over the insendent, but now he noticed something different about one of them. That one, with the yellow eyes, his body wasn't quite like the other. He was thinner at the waist then he ought to be. I can't quite place why. And those eyes, they seemed to be...draw me in? It doesn't make sense. Suddenly there was a knock on the tent door, making him jump. It was Xaner.
"Yoh! Lucky one! Your moving again!" he said.
"Huh why?" Sabono asked confused.
"You've been promoted. Again."
"What!? What did I do?"
"Well word is that you impressed Hasik with your observation skills. Not to mention surviving a Shadowhunter encounter."
"Really?" Sabono said, stepping out of his tent.
"Yep, now gather your things, I'm taking you to your new 'home'"
Sabono quickly gathered his few belongings and follow Xaner to his new tent. He still couldn't get the image of the one Shadowhunter out of his head. What is it with that one?
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