The first few days of training were...interesting to say the least. After my long, yet necessary, speech I had sent Eddie to go out and look for Guardian Belikov. Granted, I had been late to my fair share of trainings in the past, but there was no way in hell I would let my troops in on that minor detail, or would I tolerate it at camp. I had to establish my authority and if I let them get away with stunts like this on the first day, they would walk all over me.
After finding out from a couple of the other men where Belikov was posted up, Eddie made his way over to his tent and brought him up to the training grounds. Walking up, it was hard to believe this was the same man from the night before. Without his hood, I could finally see him clearly and was somewhat surprised by his appearance. His dark hair was shoulder length—not a common fashion amongst warriors—his beard was scruffy and untamed, and his broad shoulders that looked like they could have carried the entire weight of the camp the night before now had a slightly deflated slump.
After directing him to his station, Eddie came back to me with the groundbreaking news that he had "slept in". Although that may have been the ultimate reason for his tardiness, the dark red stains on his shirt and distinct smell of stale wine radiating from him proved the true underlying factor. I watched him from a distance that night to make sure he stuck around and didn't try to sneak off back to bed.
The next night as I made my rounds, I was momentarily glad to see that he had actually showed up on time, but that feeling was quickly squashed after only a few minutes of watching him train. He was lethargic, clumsy, and obviously hungover...again.
I can't say this was the first time I had a troublesome Dhampir that needed some reeling in, but this time was far more frustrating than before. Belikov obviously had some skill; he knew how to hold a weapon, his technique was above average, and his stamina was exceptional, but his aim was off and his unsteady balance hindered him from making a decent impact or hitting anywhere near on target—no doubt side effects from a booze-induced coma. I hated seeing someone waste talent and was annoyed just by looking at him. I considered letting Eddie or Mason handle it, to keep my not so subtle emotions from rearing their head, but on the third day of training, he did something that ignited my already small flame and set erupted the little patience that I had.
The men in his group were working on hand-to-hand combat. Weapons were one of our biggest assets against Strigoi. We used a variety of silver swords, knives, battle-axes and stakes that were charmed by the four main elements of magic to kill them. It took a direct hit to the heart to send them back to the depths of hell, and in order to do so, we were all expertly trained in combat on subduing and executing a kill. Although our weapons were the ultimate deciding factor in their demise, without the proper skills to fight them head-on, a sword was useless in battle.
I stood on the nearby platform to get a good view of two of the Dhampir from the eastern border to see how their skills matched up. The training over there was relatively close to ours and I was interested in seeing how well Byrne and Murray held up. Their skills turned out to be pretty evenly matched, but still not quite where I would've liked them to be. I leaned my elbows onto the makeshift railing and habitually fiddled with the charm around my neck as Mason gave the two men some pointers. They seemed to be perceptive to his advice and nodded along compliantly. I took a mental note to watch them spar again later to see if they added any new techniques to their fight.
"Alright, who's up next," Mason called out. To my surprise, Belikov volunteered and walked to the center of the sparring ring. A shorter, stockier Dhampir called Healy stepped up to face him. I straightened up a bit as they fell into position, curious if he had finally decided to take things seriously. Healy immediately went on the offense throwing wild punches towards his opponent's face and chest, with little to no technique. The movements seemed uncalculated and brash, but still held a surprising amount of power for someone at his stature. However, Belikov deftly blocked each one with apparent ease, catching my immediate attention. This went on for some time, Healy launching primitive attacks and Belikov quickly dodging and blocking. It was as if he was reading each of his adversary's moves before they were initiated.
"Why aren't you fighting back," I muttered to myself. If Belikov had the skill to anticipate the next steps, I couldn't figure out why he was letting this fight go on this long.
Healy was starting to wear down, his hits becoming heavier by the minute. He cranked his arm back, preparing for one last attempt at a strike to the face. We could all see where his intended target was planned, his slow movements and pointed focus giving him away. I rose onto my toes, anticipation coursing through me as I waited to see how Belikov would react. He had yet to throw a single punch and I was dying to see the impact of his blow. Just when it looked like he was finally about to make an attack he dropped his arms to his side and remained perfectly still, letting Healy's fist collide directly with his jaw.
His face shot to the side, blood and spit soaring out of his mouth. I quickly glanced around thinking that something had distracted him, but when he rose back up the look on his face proved it had been intentional. He was smiling.
Belikov righted his stance as he wiped his bloodied beard with the back of his arm and motioned for Healy to come at him again. I'm not sure if he was a masochist or just an asshole, but I had seen enough.
"Stop!" Everyone's heads whipped towards me, evidently just now noticing that I was watching their fights. Everyone's except Belikov's, whose focus was still aimed in Healy's direction. "You mind explaining to me what the hell you're doing, Guardian?"
"I was—I was just," Healy started before I raised my hand to cut him off.
"Not you. Guardian Belikov." I didn't need to explain myself further. It was clear the others were wondering the same thing. Belikov dropped his hands and finally stepped out of his fighting stance, but refused to look at me when he responded.
"Huh, I thought someone as observant as you could figure that out." Apparently, he had noticed I'd been watching. I suddenly realized this was the first time I had heard him speak. His voice was deep, his accent unfamiliar, but his tone...his tone was sarcastic and cocky as all hell. I guess that answered my earlier question: he was an asshole.
I should have just let that little comment go and worked out a way to redirect his attitude, but that distasteful feeling for him wasting his talents rose up again and his obvious lack of respect was pushing my limits. I couldn't stand to look at him. "If you're not going to take this exercise seriously, then I suggest you find one that you will."
He scoffed at my response like a scolded child and pushed his hair out of his face. "Sure thing, Guardian Hathaway. I'm better with knives anyways."
I shouldn't have done it. I know I shouldn't have. I was the leader now and needed to keep my temper in check, but this insubordinate foreigner was fueling that burning rage I tried so hard to keep at bay. As he turned to leave, I snatched a knife from the holster on my hip and flung it across the yard. The silver tip danced in the glowing light as it spun through the air before sinking into the wooden post directly in front of that bodach's face. His eyes widened at the weapon lodged inches from his nose and he froze in place.
"That's Marshall to you, Belikov."
He finally met my burning gaze and looked at me with that stone cold mask. Those brown eyes from my dream caused my breaths to become uneven. There was something about them that I couldn't quite place. I didn't understand why, but it was like they were saying something to me, something about who this stranger truly was—or who he used to be. That was until his expression morphed into yet another cocky smirk. Belikov wrapped his fingers around the knife, pulling it from the post and tossed it up to catch the hilt in his hand, all the while maintaining his eye contact with me. "My mistake, Marshall."
After he left the ring and headed towards the throwing targets I turned on my heel and stormed off, not even bothering to retrieve my knife. I'm not sure why I was letting this recruit get to me so much, but there was steam practically spewing out of my ears.
Eventually, Eddie came searching for me, despite the risk of being on the receiving end of my fury."Hey Rose, there you are. I've been looking all over for you."I was perched at a nearby stream, listening to the sloshing water as I tried to calm my nerves. I didn't bother turning around as Eddie approached so he took it upon himself to plop down next to me."I heard what happened at the sparring station.""Let me guess, Mason couldn't wait to tell you how I flipped out," I sneered."No. Well, I mean yeah Mason told me. But I also heard it from Murray, Alto, a couple guys on the wall—" I let out a loud groan interrupting his rambling and dropped my face into my hands. "Why are you so bothered? I heard it was badass.""It was not badass, Eddie. It was stupid and impulsive. Something the old Rose would do.""What's so wrong with the old Rose? From what I remember, she used to be fun," Eddie nudged my shoulder, jostling my head out of my hands so I was forced to finally look at him."No
"Long ago, and miles away, there was a young princess, orphaned in a time of war. She was called upon to lead the armies of her kingdom, for there was no other. She was the fiercest of warriors, beloved of her people, unstoppable on the field. She rode out day after day and saved her subjects in battle after battle.But every night, when the fighting was done, she was alone. Until one day, a peasant boy came looking to join her army. Lonely and angry and fierce as she. For the first time, she found that when she strode out onto the field to save others, there was someone at her side...who had come to save her."Chapter 1RPOVSong: Past Lives by BORNS, That Sea The Gambler by Gregory Alan IsakovA storm was bubbling in the sunset, a mix of charcoals, pinks, and golds. The heavy rain tended to make others restless, but not me. It was a sign of new beginnings, the sins of yesterday washed away leaving a new path yet to be conquered. As I sat on my perch at the edge of the woods, I wonde
RPOVSong: Elephants by WarpaintThe world was a blur, armored figures without faces were surrounded by a light haze. I walked by them, hoping to finally find someone I recognized, but each was the same. Nameless faces and faceless names that would soon be forgotten. I touched a few of their metallic shoulders as they passed me, hoping to spark some kind of familiarity, but they continued strolling by without even a glance in my direction.The crowd grew and I found myself in the middle, feeling trapped amongst the stark warriors. When suddenly, I spotted a gap in the masses where a tall figure stood unmoving between them. I walked closer to it, roughly pushing through the slow-moving hoard of troops and trying my best to keep my sights fixed on where the statuesque figure remained. The closer I got, the sharper the image became. His face was still blurred, like the others, but his eyes...Those eyes.Their deep brown gaze was glued to me, reading me piece by piece. I finally made my
RPOVSongs: THISKIDSNOTALRIGHT by AWOLNATION, Wednesday Night Melody by BleachedThe first few days of training were...interesting to say the least. After my long, yet necessary, speech I had sent Eddie to go out and look for Guardian Belikov. Granted, I had been late to my fair share of trainings in the past, but there was no way in hell I would let my troops in on that minor detail, or would I tolerate it at camp. I had to establish my authority and if I let them get away with stunts like this on the first day, they would walk all over me.After finding out from a couple of the other men where Belikov was posted up, Eddie made his way over to his tent and brought him up to the training grounds. Walking up, it was hard to believe this was the same man from the night before. Without his hood, I could finally see him clearly and was somewhat surprised by his appearance. His dark hair was shoulder length—not a common fashion amongst warriors—his beard was scruffy and untamed, and his br
RPOVSongs: Pagan Polska OMINA, Behind a Wall by Blood Red Shoes,Now, don't get me wrong. I knew better than most the need to let off some steam and unwind, and what better way to do so than at the bottom of a fresh pint of ale. I had willingly turned a blind eye to those sneaking in some booze at camp and would allow the occasional night out, but this was a blatant disregard of the camp rules. Not only were the men out well-passed curfew, but they were completely sloshed with a full schedule of training waiting for them tomorrow. These rules were not only set in place for them, but I knew how rowdy they could get and had standards established to keep drunken Dhampir from wreaking too much havoc on the local businesses at all hours of the morning. Spotting the slightly worried look on the barkeep's face told me that I had been right in doing so.I walked over to the bar, not making my presence known yet to sniff out the situation. A somewhat grateful look appeared on Old John's face
RPOVSongs: Put a Flower in Your Pocket by The Arcs, Stranglehold by Ted NugentI hadn't just decided on one of my least favorite punishments, that would've been too easy. So, I decided to enforce them all. I expected at least one of the men to crack eventually and was in no way surprised to find it be Belikov. I was actually counting on it.So far, he had been too calm, too collected, and I wanted to see him lose control. I couldn't have been happier when he challenged me to a fight; it was a win-win situation. I would not only get to kick his sorry ass for disrespecting me but would also finally get to see what he was made of.However, that excitement quickly morphed into massive disappointment. My first few attacks weren't even up to my full speed or power, and he was having serious trouble keeping up. The stench of stale beer and rank sweat from the afternoon's activities was a sure sign that he was still hungover. I tried another few quick maneuvers to get a feel for his skill, b
RPOVSongs: Youth Knows No Pain by Lykke Li, Saint Claude by Christine and the Queens, Wasted Time by Best CoastOver the next couple of days training continued on as planned, and as far as Belikov I did what any mature adult would do...I ignored him. I had Mason and Eddie rotate early afternoon sessions with him that were basically just running, lifting, and other stamina drills to keep him busy. I made sure to dedicate the majority of my focus on the other recruits and began mentally taking notes since the following week we would be sorting them into even more specialized groups to focus intensely on areas that needed work. So far, no one had the guts to bring up the sparring match but I kept good on my word and let the other men go back to their normal schedule.Inevitably, I would find myself at a training session near Belikov, and our interactions—if any—usually ended brusquely. One of those aggravating instances happened when I caught sight of that enormous beast in the middle o
DPOVSong: Kiss the Sky by Shawn Lee's Ping Pong, I Need A Forest Fire by James BlakeAs the night carried on I deftly watched her out of the corner of my eye, examining her in what was supposed to be our night off. A few of the men had set up some fires for us to gather around and brought in some barrels of ale and wine. At first, I wondered if Rose even had the ability to be carefree, but as I observed her I quickly noticed a lighter side of her I hadn't expected.She was right, I really knew nothing about her.I had expected her to sit in a corner with Ashford and Castile, glaring at the rest of us as we indulged in our free time. But I was pleased to find my assumptions were completely wrong. She laughed with her friends, toasted with a few camp members, and even blatantly flirted with some of the men. Not that anyone believed it would actually lead to anything. There was no denying that she was an attractive woman and that coupled with her resilient attitude and high rank made he