Kyngdom Survival Guide
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submitted by Mina
(November 6, 2016 - 11:15 am)
(November 6, 2016 - 11:15 am)
We run. Like heck. I feel like I am going to die. Yet we still run.
The airship was all a blur. First they lock us up. Then they freeze my arm. That was the awful part. The feeling of not being able to move your arm that has always helped you, only breaking a few times. Always fixable. Now it was stuck, and I felt like I did before I made it. Helpless. Crippled. That was why I made it. Now it was ruined.
Then there was the fight. I had grabbed the gun out of a soldiers hand after I kicked him to the ground. I had started firing, but had soon run out of bullets. Then I resorted to hand-to-hand combat. A few times I had seen Elliot take aim at me, but it was always blocked from people fighting.
Then we had jumped onto a escape pod and came down to the forest. I felt like any minute I would hear footsteps behind us, and Poe Allen and that awful little girl Alexandria would catch up to us. I knew that no matter what I was not going to let that happen.
(November 16, 2016 - 8:17 pm)
We sit in the tree and wait for them to come. We've been tracking them, and they seem to be heading in this direction.
Suddenely, Autumn takes a shot, and she hits a guard. I shoot one with my bow, and Crimson takes one out with her crossbow.
Autumn aims her gun at Poe Allen, but Alexandria noticed. Right as Autumn shoots it, Poe and Alexandria dive. Before we can aim again, they burst up, along with another guard, and run.
We go after them, at a slower pace. No use wasting energy. They aren't going anywhere too soon.
(November 17, 2016 - 6:52 am)
We walk even deeper in the forest, when my foot lightly crunches on something.
I look down to discover a shard of glass.
"What...?" I mutter.
A small trail of glass leads through the forest. I slowly follow it, and then it diseapers into bushes guarding a clearing.
I push the bushes and gasp.
"What?" Poe Allen asks, looking too.
In the clearing lies a glass orb, something of an escape pod.
(November 17, 2016 - 2:02 pm)
Catastrophe wants me, this I am sure of. Icy is gone, and I don't know how long I'll be here until I'm tortured. Then I realize my lock is loose. I slip it carefully out of place, and creep down the corridor. The others are frantic, but I can't get the locks, for they're covered in scalding Brazen Goo. I quickly promise to find Icy and free them soon. Then I run down the corridor.
(November 18, 2016 - 1:14 pm)
#ok I just want to get this out there since shadow was the first to ask and this might have nothing to do with this but mabye useful in the future...
does anyone want to know thier SOUL type?#
(November 18, 2016 - 1:36 pm)
I already had mine done! It's Patience!
(November 18, 2016 - 5:18 pm)
I wake to the sound of voices. I find myself strapped to a table, surrounded by people with clipboards.
"She's awake!" One of them whispers frantically.
They all start to scramble around me like a flock of lost chickens. Some jot things down on their clipboards, others are mixing chemicals. One adjusts a bright light that is above me so that it shines in my eyes. I squint, trying to make out shapes, but it is no use. Eventually, I close my eyes to shield myself from the glare.
"Give her the elixir!" I hear one of them say, just before I feel something injected into my arm.
Everything goes black.
~*~
I am in a white room. I sit on a pillow with my wings tucked tightly behind me. I wear white clothes, a stranger's clothes. My old armor is gone. A boy sits across from me, holding a clipboard. That's it, I think. I officially hate clipboards.
"I am Basil," He says, "Your name is Diana. You are an assassin for Catastrophe's army."
No I'm not, I think. I am shadow, the thief, the Angel of Death, one of the leaders of the rebellion. Who does he think he's kidding?
"This place, Crystal Base, is your home. You have no other. Here is your schedule, room assignment, and clothes for the week," he says handing me a pile of stuff. Then it clicks. They think they erased my memory. That's what the elixir was. For some reason, I guess it didn't work. They must be doing to me what they did to Mina. In that case, I suppose it might be best to play along. I hear you get better info on the other side if you are actually part of the other side, instead of just a resistance soldier. That's why they invented spies, I guess.
"Of course sir." I say.
He nods, "Your room is that way," he says, pointing.
I walk through the door, carrying the box of stuff with me. I look at the paper with my room number in it, and see it says 'thirteen.' What is up with me and that number?
I finally find my room. I open the door and walk in, placing my box of stuff on the bunk bed inside. Welcome to my new home.
(November 18, 2016 - 7:24 pm)
What does that mean?
(November 18, 2016 - 7:43 pm)
You know, what type your SOUL is, Determination, Bravery, Justice, Kindness, Integrity, Patience, and Perseverance. The colors are Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Light Blue, and Purple in that order.
(November 19, 2016 - 5:32 pm)
I think mine might be the green one, kindness. At least I hope so. What do you think?
(November 18, 2016 - 9:50 pm)
What are we going to write about anymore? This "time loop," is getting old. Anything new, or ay plot twists?
Oh, and I have an idea for the new government of Kyngdom.
So, there would be one council, and in that council would be one representitve from every part and kind of Kyngdom. So, for example, one cat to represent the cats, one human to represent the humans, one vampire, one werewolf, one elf, one fairy, etc.
(November 18, 2016 - 7:01 pm)
Hmm... Not bad, but what about population? Should the number of representatives be based on how many of each category there are?
(November 18, 2016 - 9:52 pm)
Maybe...maybe we just need to make a thread were we have out of charrie discussions with opposite sides about what we want to happen, and come up with a resolution.
(November 18, 2016 - 9:31 pm)
I walk through the bullding, brushing back a strand of my hair from my face. All of the scientists are bustling about. We seem to have had a newcomer.
I pass a girl with huge, um, wings. At first, I don't take it to full account. But right as pass her, I stop to look. She glances back at me, so I keep on walking. But she doesn't.
"Is there something wrong?" she asks.
"Uh, no," I reply. "Not at all. Um, are you the new recruit?"
She sighs. "Yes, I believe so."
(November 18, 2016 - 10:42 pm)
I take a nap and when I wake up I see that someone has pushed a piece of paper underneath my door. A schedule. I read the schedule. Everything's written down in military time, but here it is:
Battle Strategy~ 0400
Battle History~ 0500
The Science of Mutation~ 0600
Battle Practice~ 0700
Break~ 0900
Lunch~ 1200
The Science of Fear~ 1300
Hand On Hand Combat~ 1400
The Arena~ 1600
So, I can figure out what most of this is. 'Battle Startegy' and 'Lunch' are pretty self explanatory. But 'Arena'? What is that?
I get dressed and run quickly to my first class, Battle Strategy. I walk through the door labeled BS and find myself in a small classroom, with a whiteboard and a large desk at one end, and a bunch of smaller desks faicing the white board. A bunch of kids were already sitting at the desks, the majority of them boys, and none of them mutants. I take a deep breath and sit down at one of the desks. Time to start Class.
(November 19, 2016 - 7:06 am)