Rise of the Reaper - Chris Pastrana (reading in the dark .TXT) 📗

for their acceptance of her abilities, and put her new uniform on. Noticing that there was no belt to replace the one she had already had she put on her old white rope. Nodding that she had done it correctly, Paqeal the bag back and threw it into the corner.
"As a trainee the white belt represents that you are of your first stage. As you progress you will receive new colors and eventually the black of a full trainee. That day will be when you take your assessment. Do you understand child?"
"Yes, Diatorn."
"I'm glad you do. Now to begin today's training." Picking up the spear she customarily used Paqeal waited for Sade to take up his own weapon. As Treasa moved to take up her favorite sword Paqeal cut her off and began her assault forcing her away from the weapon rack.
Sade began throwing a wide variety of weapons into the large maze of obstacles that covered the room. Forcing her into back into the obstacles she was forced to find a different weapon. By the time Treasa found something suitable to use the two Diatorn had vanished. Unhappy that the she had only found a practice flail, she began searching for something else to use.
A movement from nearby told her that an attack was coming. Ducking out of the way, the wooden spear tip sailed over her head.
"Good child! Now recite your history, begin with lineage." Trying to focus on the fight while remembering everything she had learned from her studies was difficult. Treasa knew the Diatorn was trying to prove something, that this was part of her lesson, she just didn't know what it was yet.
"The current line of Elemental Masters is, to this day, the longest existing family line in Fatir history. Master Tyrour Fatir, son of Master Plasade Fatir..."
"Skip to the beginning!" Sade had snuck up from behind her and was close enough to grab her around the neck and pick her up. Using one of her hands, she wrenched on his thumb, forcing him to drop her. With effort she swung the mace at his knee, but he easily blocked it and disappeared.
"History tells us that during the Great War a young woman rose from her place as a common fire elementalist and stood against the Fire Master Briver Tempest. During the rebellion she had been hurt severely and almost died, but she escaped the battlefield."
Spotting a shorter sword, Treasa threw down her mace and lept for the weapon. Grabbing the blade, she rolled on the ground and back to her feet. Sade was already almost on her before she could get her balance back. Knowing that she had no way of out muscling the man she dropped between his legs and scurried away under a log.
Finally having a moment to breath she began reciting more of the history lesson. "Her injuries on the battle field were extensive, and she should have died, but her will to live drove her on. After the loss she sustained that day , she rallied untold numbers of followers and rose into power. Having never fully recovered from the battle she always wore a full cloak to hide her body. She was the first to call the dragons for aid, and from then on it has been the reason the Fatir line never died out."
"You missed a part, what was her name?" As Treasa spun she blocked the spear that had been coming towards her chest. Catching the shaft of the weapon with her arm she drove the tip of the blade down, snapping it in two.
"I never forget a name, that's disrespectful. Purposely leaving it out to draw you from hiding works well though." Sade walked around the corner with a grin on his face. The man was pleased with how well the girl had fought. She was just as surprised at how well she had managed to hold them both off.
"Please finish the lesson Treasa." Sade leaned back against a nearby log and crossed his arms. Taking a seat next to the man, Paqeal jabbed what was left of her spear into the sand and waited for her to continue.
"Unlike those before her, she believed that it was important to place the empire before her own desires and from that day forward took the name Fatir as her own. With all of the power she now possessed, the mere fire elementalist bested Briver and took the seat on Fatir's throne as Roas of Fatir."
"Do you believe this tale child?" Treasa hadn't expected to be asked such a strange question. Until then her opinion had never been considered. Thinking the question over in her head she analyzed the entire story over and over.
"I believe there are parts missing that would explain what happened better."
"What needs to be explained child?" Paqeal had proven time and again that she was beyond normal intelligence and Treasa wasn't going to miss an opportunity to learn from her.
"It was believed she was a mere fire elementalist, someone with no position, no authority. How was she able to raise the army for the first rebellion?"
"That's a good question child. Roas of Fatir was not the leader of the rebellion, she was only a mere soldier. During the battle she accidentally called a massive to the battle field. There was no bond between her and the beast as their is now and it burned the Duzee capital city of Nivged to the ground."
"The rebellion was in Duzee? Why would she be in a rebellion all the way across the planet?"
"She wasn't hadn't been fighting against Briver Tempest, she was actually fighting the Wind Master Astraeus. Briver had forged an alliance with Duzee and was their to join in the battle."
"How large was the army that attacked Nivged? I don't know much about the empire but I have heard tales of the city's size."
"You ask a valid question child. If the Master's archives are true than there force was nearly four hundred strong. Making them almost one hundredth the size of the force they attacked." Waiting for her to ask the question she knew was coming Paqeal sat patiently.
"Why would anybody attack an army of that size with so few soldiers?!" Treasa was having more trouble believe the story after receiving more information about the actual events. So much wasn't adding up anymore.
"To put it simply nobody knows. Most of the records from that time were destroyed when the city was overrun by Roas' army. What we do know is that a temple was created within the boarders of Duzee as a tribute to that battle. It is known as the Temple of Six, and it's in memorial to the battle that took place that day."
"The Temple of Six, do you mean the six masters, Diatorn?"
"It is believed so child." Even though they were having an unusual conversation, Treasa could feel the Diatorn leading her towards something.
"Why is there a memorial for the six masters in a place that only had two presently fighting at?" Nodding pleasantly at the question the Diatorn smiled.
"History is full of these questions. Pieces of facts that don't line up, or are missing entirely. It then becomes our jobs to sift through these pieces and determine what the truth is. Remember that even though we are training you to fight your mind is also one of your greatest allies, and knowledge can win wars." Standing up Paqeal quietly walked from the room. Sade waited for her to leave before standing.
"It is time for your second lesson as a trainee. Pick up your sword." Nodding respectfully she picked up her sword and waited for instructions.
Deja Vu

Days turned into years, and before long Treasa had celebrated her fourth anniversary at the temple. A few months away from being a teenager, the still young girl was nearing the time of her assessment. During her training she had come to enjoy her lessons, and her time with her Diatorn. Most days she could barely walk back to her room after she was released.
Following her typical routine Treasa put on her uniform and left her room for the long walk to the training hall. Unlike every day prior to this one, when she arrived early to warm up her Diatorn were standing in wait. Afraid that she had done something wrong she apologized for making them wait for her to arrive.
"We have a gift for you Treasa." Sade handed her a simple box the size of his arm, that he held in one of his hands. Paqeal had a smile on her face like none she had ever seen. The two Diatorn looked happy, and that surprised Treasa. Not wanting to insult them by being late and then refusing a gift she took the box and opened it. Lying inside was a simple black rope.
Knowing what it meant was one thing, but to actually be holding the simple piece of clothing was something entirely different. Acknowledging her skills, the Diatorn had finally stated that she was ready to be assessed by the Sect Masters, and continue on with her training as a Reaper.
"Thank you Diatorn." Removing her own belt, she replaced it with the new one. A sense of accomplishment flowed through Treasa that she had never felt before.
"You have earned this, child. Understand that you still have a long way to go before your training is complete, but you are ready for the next step. You shall soon be a candidate, and from there you will do great things for Fatir." Nothing about what she had said sounded rehearsed, Paqeal truly believed in the girls skills.
"She's right Treasa. Your not like the others I have ever trained, or seen trained. I believe you can be great, just never forget what we have taught between these walls."
"Yes Diatorn." Bowing her head in respect she could see the two starting to leave the room. Raising her head Treasa could see Sade waving for her to follow along behind them. Making their way from the training hall, nobody spoke. It was all so strangely