Hyrule Warriors Age Of Imprisonment 소설 & 이야기

Andrew groaned out and we watched as he slowly stood back up. I had to give him props for wanting to continue. Though it wasn’t anything new to fight through the pain and a few broken bones. In war, there were no time-outs, but it didn’t sit well with me that he hadn’t bounced back on his feet a little quicker. If he tried this on the battlefield, his opponent wouldn’t have paused as Kyra had. No, he would be dead by now. “Call him out. Have the doc patch him up.” I told Nick, keeping my voice low. “How new is he?” I asked, knowing that he just turned eighteen not that long ago and can apply to become a warrior after that.

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.

“My grandfather used to throw people in there who questioned him, or those whom he believed to be rebelling against his beliefs. Once you’re in there, they don’t let you out for about a week. Sometimes even longer. You see nothing but pitch black darkness in there. The main purpose is to get you to reflect on your actions.” Yuri nodded. Hati had a similar system to that, only in their case, they only locked up those who had broken their rules, or had done something truly wrong in the eyes of both the Elder and Riou. Once you’re in there, you literally can’t see anything at all. You won’t even know how much time has passed, or even if it’s morning or night. Food and drinks will still be given

“IF I CAN GET YOUR ATTENTION! Thank you, now I know you are all worried but what I need for you all to do is quickly and quietly make your way to the new bunker downstairs. Guards, you are to ensure the women and children are secured then make your way to the centre of the town! Alright everyone off you go!” “Where will you be Luna?” Asked one of the new warriors as he appeared by my side. He was young and only just sixteen, but he had graduated early becoming the youngest to join the ranks. He was both well skilled in combat and in speed so when he and his father asked for Mykel’s permission to join the force he couldn’t refuse.

"Hope Black, I come from the SilverRage pack, daughter of the Wyatt and Claire Omegas. I am a Delta." My pack, the SilverRage, is considered one of the most brutal on record. Our warriors are loyal and can easily tear a neck apart without feeling remorse. All those who wish to train can start at age 5, although most join at age 8. I enlisted at age 5.

I finish the financial spreadsheets whilst humming to myself to drown out the packs goings on. I complete the orders for the perishables whilst listening to Lilith singing to Lora as they remain in the bedroom where she feels safe and sound. I look at the applications from the minors for the warriors. Most are turning eighteen soon and I have a rule if they are between seventeen and eighteen that I'll make a decision based on their behaviour within the pack on the recent years. There's four of them, and only one has been troublesome. But I hope accepting him alongside his peers might give him the guidance he needs to stand up and be something more than a trouble maker.

After all, to train such terrifying guards, the lord is all the more so horrifying than them. Lyor arrived in time to see the start of the group of guards grappling to the dirt with their bare hands. Sounds of groans and pained exclamation could be heard as the losers fell down one by one while holding their body parts that have been hit to the point of swelling. “You all are roughhousing too much.” Lyor click his tongue as he walked closer to one of the fallen guards with an irritating smirk on his youthful face. Lyor is only seventeen years old this year, and he is the youngest of Samel’s six personal subordinates that he had adopted and trained when he was only fifteen years old.

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?”

The musty, cool air of the dungeons clings to me as we come up to the prisoners we captured weeks ago. Half the men are anxiously waiting at the bars while the rest lean on the walls or stare out the bar window. Most of the men are on the younger side, a few even looking closer to Nickolai’s young age of eighteen.

Killian looked down at me. “So, young warriors, like April there, are given various serving duties until they are 25 – in addition to their regular warrior training.” I couldn’t help but be both shocked and impressed. I hadn’t been Alpha long enough to implement these sorts of policies in my own Pack, and I decided to take note. Before I could respond to ask him more about it, the woman with the blonde hair leaned forward, trying to grab Killian’s attention.