Novel & Cerita Hyrule Warriors Age Of Imprisonment

Uncle Alex tries hard not to laugh as half of the warriors groan, and the others whoop. “Get to your mats with your fight partner, and let’s show your future Gamma that you’re not a bunch of slackers!” Ryna instructs them. The warriors pair off and start training, and I walk around the mats, observing them. A few lycans have turned 16 and become warriors since I left, and I focus on them first, walking between the mats and watching what skills they’ve learned. One particular guy catches my eye because I’ve never seen him before. “Who’s that?” I ask Uncle Alex, nodding towards the guy.

That anger didn’t compare to the anger that she felt now, it was completely new and foreign. “Elaina, concentrate.” Brother Isaac’s voice was right beside her. Startled Elaina’s eyes flew open and she looked into the brother’s haggard face. Brother Isaac was the oldest of the white warriors. Usually the brothers lived to be at least a hundred years old, brother Isaac was bordering on 103 and he still seemed so lively. His glazed eyes watched her thoughtfully. “Sorry.” Elaina whispered blushing brightly. A few of the warriors sitting around her had stopped meditating and were looking in her direction. She shot them a look before closing her eyes and taking deep breaths.

Many she-wolves panted after him, but not all made the cut. He was part of the Junior Warrior program. He turned eighteen a week ago, so he could test next month. If he passed their physical trials then he would train as a pack warrior. Only the best of the best was selected. It was a high rank in any pack, and nobody here took it lightly. “This was a long time coming,” I said as I loosened up my arms. “All because you decided to hold a grudge against one comment I made when I was nine. You’re positively the most stubborn person I’ve ever met before.”

{ Kayden } “Why am I seeing your hideous faces before me?” “They were drunk and on duty their captain told me.” Lyden said. “All 5 of you? In one place?” “No,” The blonde haired pup spoke up, “John and I were together and the other 3 were somewhere else.” I looked between them. They were all 17-20 year old soldiers of mine. They were stupid, arrogant pups who knew nothing and simply wanted protection and a paycheck. They were stepping on toes enough to get neither ever again though. The dark haired pup, presumably John, spoke next.

The junior warriors did not know what to make of Liam. This was understandable. They were seventeen, eighteen, nineteen years old, young wolves in the early stages of formal warrior training, still finding the edges of their own capabilities. They’d heard the stories. The command voice in the courtyard. The footwork correction. The summit. They’d been told, in the careful way pack members passed important information, that the Alpha’s heir was unusual. None of that had quite prepared them for a five-year-old walking into their training yard with his hands behind his back and his chin level, studying their formation with the expression of someone conducting a professional review.

I’d even lied to Zane, claiming I needed the priestess for my own questions concerning my next stage of cultivation, and he bought the lie without question. I had to think of what to do with Ivara and I had to think fast. The only option left was to take her along with me to the barracks because I couldn't skip today's session; we were evaluating the second batch of new warriors after their one-month assessment. Dark Hound took in warriors once every two years, but this year was an exception. With powerful were-hybrids emerging, it left me no choice, so this was the second batch after six months. I spared a glance at Ivara, who was walking alongside me. Her bright sapphire eyes darted from o

I let him guide me up and out of that basement of horrors. But I couldn't stop thinking about that mark. About the Silver Claw warrior who'd been trapped down there for ten years, tortured and turned into something unrecognizable. About how many more might still be out there. About how Black Moon had done this to loyal warriors who'd only wanted to serve and protect.

"How come she isn't an active member?" "She's technically still a part of the pack, but active members actively defend our territory. At a certain age, you retire and only shift for pleasure." "So everyone at Norwood House now is—" "Active members," she finishes. "Yeah." Liam says, "Our oldest active member is turning thirty." "And you start at sixteen?" "You start defending at eighteen. It takes newbies a little to get used to their wolves and to learn to fight shifted." "So when Harvey is around thirty, he'll retire?"

"It's no surprise that so many people were unable to kill you. You are a Martial Power; you must be an apex Martial Power!" Tacker no longer had any doubts. He looked into Alexander's eyes and yelled angrily, "Why? How can you become a Martial Power when you're not even 30 years old? "There are no warriors under the age of 30 in Wyverna. There are none in the whole world. No, except for the Temple of War, no one else has achieved Martial Power at such an early age. You can't possibly be from the War Temple. No way!" Alexander laughed at Tacker's speculation.

I ask him, trying to get the facts right. “I did.” “That means I’m a year younger than you are. I’ve got my wolf since I was sixteen. One of the rarest breeds, I know, because the standard age for getting one is eighteen. So, what you’re trying to tell me now is that you’ve been wolfless since turning eighteen about six years ago?” “Exactly what it is. And that is how it has always been for me.” “But you are one of the warriors. Don’t the others know about that?”