The Sixth Wild One

"Wait. What?" I stared at him in confusion.

Here we are, out in the middle of the desert, and he wants me to train with him? This is fucking ridiculous!

"We need to train you. I need to know what your skills are. You told Mystic that you had a friend who secretly taught you how to fight?"

"Yeah. He taught me a couple things." I looked down at my shoes.

"Like what?"

"Mostly handling knives. We aren't very advanced, so we only had simple weapons like slingshots, spears, and knives. They did learn hand to hand combat, but Marcus never taught me that, saying I was too young to learn."

"Okay." He stepped back and held his arms out. "Hit me." I just stood there. "C'mon. I'm letting you take a shot. Give it all you got."

I drew my fist back and aimed it at his stomach. He moved out of the way in a flash and I completly missed him. I fell but he caught me by my arm before I made it to the ground. I was inches away from falling on my face.

"Looks like we have a lot to do. Follow me. We're heading back to where the others are."

I followed the Prophet through the desert and eventually saw the Legion outside the wall, fighting shadows.

"Don't worry." The Prophet said. "Its all fake. Like I said, Mystic is a voodoo man. Its a potion he just came up with to help enhance our training."

"Oh"

We made our way closer and made our way up towards the Destroyer.

"Destroyer!" The Prophet said and the Destroyer looked up and smiled. "I need you to start training Dreamer. Just start from the begining and work up. But you have to train her fast. Show her all the weapons, teach her all the moves, anything. And if she's just as strong as you, maybe we can put her with you for help training the new soldiers."

"You got it Prophet!" The Prophet nodded his head and left. "Okay. Let's start with . . ."



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I dragged my body into my room and fell onto my bed. It was way past dusk when Destroyer finally decided to stop our training for today. At least I know more than Marcus ever taught me. I barley managed to shead my clothes and fully crawl into bed. My entire body ached. I barley ate and drank a thing all day. I was about to fall asleep when my door opened.

"I saw you didn't even eat." The Mourner came in with a tray of food. "I saw Destroyer was pushing you pretty hard today. Do you need anything else?"

I'm sitting on my mattress in nothing but a bre, tank top, and underwear, and the Mourner wants to have a full conversation with me. "Maybe some pain killers to ease my aching body."

"Alright. You can eat this, and I'll go get you something for that pain of yours." He stood up and left the room.

I managed to get up and throw on a pair of loose shorts and sat back down on my bed. I sat back down on the bed and started to eat. The Mourner came back with a pain pill and I took it with a shot of water. We just sat on my bed and talked while I ate. It was great I got to bond a little with the Mourner. Our stories are actually very similar. The only difference was that he was twenty-five and his family was confirmed dead. I felt bad for the man. He lost everything. But he said it was fine. He found the rest of the Wild Ones in this exact building.

"You've been through so much." I said. "How are you able to stay this strong?"

"Once you become a part of the Legion, you learn that you have to protect the ones you love. For us, we have to be brave and protect everyone. The other guys are the same like us. We all have something that brought us down at some point before we met eachother. And when we think back at those moments, it just makes us stronger knowing that we conquered those moments."

I hugged him. Never would I have thought these guys have been through as much as I have. And I never thought Mourner and I had so much in common. He finally pulled away and wished me a goodnight. I finally curled up onto my mattress and fell asleep

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