A piece from my Story-Terror Xanadu Part 1
‘What is your art?’She asked.
‘Forbidden…’ the small child replied.
A green flash stabbed him in the chest and he lay crouched on the floor. Neha had never seen such a young forbidden art user. In fact, arts didn’t even express themselves with stability until a user has at least passed his teenage years. It could be a start of something new. Something far from ordinary and far from safe. The new era sure has some surprises in store for the higher-ups, she thought to her self. She walked heavily to her office. She needed to write a report and submit it immediately, her latest mission had been completed.
As Neha finished writing her report, she spread her hands in front of her. The hardcopy was lying in her palms. She started to focus. The teleportation art required precise control of time and space arts. As she closed her eyes a seal appeared on the report. The seal showed, that the report had now been frozen, it was frozen in the bounds of time and space as if in an eternal fall state where it couldn’t be touched. As she opened her eyes the report had been delivered. The delivery always took place in precisely 1 second if the teleportation art was mastered. She had to dispatch the report to the checking and control office as soon as possible. It was a prioritized mission. She sighed. Tomorrow was the start of a new era. The start of the new session in the protector’s academy. Neha was a renowned sensei. She was held in high esteem among pupils of all ages. She was an advanced fighter who had shown outstanding skills and played dynamic roles in all previous wars.
It was a crucial time. The regime was avoiding war at all costs. No country had the will nor the power to face another war. Foreign pressure was intense. This pressure was originating from the north, our largest neighbor, Freeland. Internally, the regime was weakening. Forbidden art users were showing up all over the country. They had to be taken care of. Dozens of missions were carried out every day, all with but one purpose. Eradication of the Forbidden art. It was a hellish task, it supremely challenged the morality of all who carried out the missions. A burden which was theirs to bear. A burden which couldn’t fall on the young ones who the elders nurtured under them. The elders were like a strong and firm standing tree, which spread its dense branches such that the young grass and shrubs growing underneath could be protected from the harshness of the changing extreme weather. Sometimes the thunderstorm, sometimes the heat and sometimes the wind. Neha sat up, put on her brown robe, buckled her belt and left for her night mission.
It was dawn. The ground of the Protectors’ Academy had a large expanse. The floor was marble tiled greyish and white. Pupils were marching here and there holding papers in their hands looking for the assigned locations. Next to the Battle ground was a large grassland. Beautiful and quiet. In the center was a statue of a woman, who held in her arms a baby and was also equipped with weapons, a collective of arrows behind her back. As Mahnoor reached the statue she gazed up at the statue. What a feminist location to be called at. It was the very first time she would meet her sensei. Who will be her guide and mentor for the upcoming five years? She tilted her head, and as the wind blew her long red hair she touched her arm and gazed at the grassland ahead. None of the team members had showed up and neither her sensei. It would be the first time she would be taught by a female for such a long length of time. In the junior schools the senseis kept changing. She had a wish to be sensei too someday. An expert fighter. An expert protector. To be able to protect was an amazing achievement.
Her Sensei, Neha sensei was a renowned name, she’d seen her in news, dark brooding eyes, long black hair with a fair complexion. Always wearing the sensei uniform. Brown top, short grey skirt and the brown robe on top-which showed that she was on a mission. She had an amazing figure, so many men admired her. But she never involved herself in attachments. Rather career oriented she thought. She’d never seen her in person though. The whispers of the wind grew louder and she felt uneasy as streaks of light illuminated the sky.
A handsome face approached close and she sighed with relief. It was Saif. A student from her previous class. As he gazed at her she found herself blushing. Okay…I needn't be shy, although it's just the two of us and such a beautiful view. Am I lucky or what? Someone noisly ran closer from behind.
‘Hi guys! It’s me Ahad, Ahad, Ahad!’
‘We heard you.’Mahnoor replied, annoyed. It was Ahad. A fellow classmate too. Class clown rather.
‘I’m so happy we're all together! ’Ahad blurted out after he flashed a big smile.
‘And I’m already starting to question the academy’s decisions. Placing two A-plus graders with n F. What were they thinking.’
‘They obviously understood my capabilities.’Ahad chimed in.
‘That must be it.’She scorned turning her head.
A tall lean figure came strolling near. It was Hira, a fellow student but from another class.
‘Hey,’She waved. She bent down as she was panting. She wore a white sleeveless top and blue jeans. Looking as beautiful as ever. Her straight yellow hair wet with perspiration.
‘I checked into the wrong grassland expanse, I had to run my way back here. This is Ground Zero I suppose.’
‘You're at the right location. You checked the order sheets? Its written ground zero next to the battlegrounds.’
‘Yes. The guards told me that it was a grassland so I guided myself to the grassland near the parking lot but that turned out to be ground eleven.’
‘Hah! You’re such a baby.’Ahad poke in.
‘You’re one to speak. You always ended up in the wrong places in school, remember.’Mahnoor snapped.
‘I did that on purpose. That’s my style.’he was confident.
Another figure joined the team. It was a new face. The sun was above them now but no one recognized the new boy. He was loaded with weaponry. Multiple arrows and a bow, spears and swords. He had a green buttoned robe and wore black fitted pants. Dusty brown hair covered his face.
‘Hello! I’m Joy. Nice to meet you all…fellow teammates.’he had a sparkle in his brown eyes.
Explicably Handsome, Mahnoor thought to herself.’Hi! I’m Mahnoor.’
‘And I’m Ahad.’
‘I’m Hira, nice to mee you too.’
As they were busy talking a black figure appeared in front of the speech.
Everyone was dazzled. They stared in disbelief as they recognized the Teleporter, Neha.
She opened her arms and put them on her sides.
’Im your sensei. Welcome here Team Zero.’She spoke in a grim but firm voice. She scanned her students.
‘Forbidden…’ the small child replied.
A green flash stabbed him in the chest and he lay crouched on the floor. Neha had never seen such a young forbidden art user. In fact, arts didn’t even express themselves with stability until a user has at least passed his teenage years. It could be a start of something new. Something far from ordinary and far from safe. The new era sure has some surprises in store for the higher-ups, she thought to her self. She walked heavily to her office. She needed to write a report and submit it immediately, her latest mission had been completed.
As Neha finished writing her report, she spread her hands in front of her. The hardcopy was lying in her palms. She started to focus. The teleportation art required precise control of time and space arts. As she closed her eyes a seal appeared on the report. The seal showed, that the report had now been frozen, it was frozen in the bounds of time and space as if in an eternal fall state where it couldn’t be touched. As she opened her eyes the report had been delivered. The delivery always took place in precisely 1 second if the teleportation art was mastered. She had to dispatch the report to the checking and control office as soon as possible. It was a prioritized mission. She sighed. Tomorrow was the start of a new era. The start of the new session in the protector’s academy. Neha was a renowned sensei. She was held in high esteem among pupils of all ages. She was an advanced fighter who had shown outstanding skills and played dynamic roles in all previous wars.
It was a crucial time. The regime was avoiding war at all costs. No country had the will nor the power to face another war. Foreign pressure was intense. This pressure was originating from the north, our largest neighbor, Freeland. Internally, the regime was weakening. Forbidden art users were showing up all over the country. They had to be taken care of. Dozens of missions were carried out every day, all with but one purpose. Eradication of the Forbidden art. It was a hellish task, it supremely challenged the morality of all who carried out the missions. A burden which was theirs to bear. A burden which couldn’t fall on the young ones who the elders nurtured under them. The elders were like a strong and firm standing tree, which spread its dense branches such that the young grass and shrubs growing underneath could be protected from the harshness of the changing extreme weather. Sometimes the thunderstorm, sometimes the heat and sometimes the wind. Neha sat up, put on her brown robe, buckled her belt and left for her night mission.
It was dawn. The ground of the Protectors’ Academy had a large expanse. The floor was marble tiled greyish and white. Pupils were marching here and there holding papers in their hands looking for the assigned locations. Next to the Battle ground was a large grassland. Beautiful and quiet. In the center was a statue of a woman, who held in her arms a baby and was also equipped with weapons, a collective of arrows behind her back. As Mahnoor reached the statue she gazed up at the statue. What a feminist location to be called at. It was the very first time she would meet her sensei. Who will be her guide and mentor for the upcoming five years? She tilted her head, and as the wind blew her long red hair she touched her arm and gazed at the grassland ahead. None of the team members had showed up and neither her sensei. It would be the first time she would be taught by a female for such a long length of time. In the junior schools the senseis kept changing. She had a wish to be sensei too someday. An expert fighter. An expert protector. To be able to protect was an amazing achievement.
Her Sensei, Neha sensei was a renowned name, she’d seen her in news, dark brooding eyes, long black hair with a fair complexion. Always wearing the sensei uniform. Brown top, short grey skirt and the brown robe on top-which showed that she was on a mission. She had an amazing figure, so many men admired her. But she never involved herself in attachments. Rather career oriented she thought. She’d never seen her in person though. The whispers of the wind grew louder and she felt uneasy as streaks of light illuminated the sky.
A handsome face approached close and she sighed with relief. It was Saif. A student from her previous class. As he gazed at her she found herself blushing. Okay…I needn't be shy, although it's just the two of us and such a beautiful view. Am I lucky or what? Someone noisly ran closer from behind.
‘Hi guys! It’s me Ahad, Ahad, Ahad!’
‘We heard you.’Mahnoor replied, annoyed. It was Ahad. A fellow classmate too. Class clown rather.
‘I’m so happy we're all together! ’Ahad blurted out after he flashed a big smile.
‘And I’m already starting to question the academy’s decisions. Placing two A-plus graders with n F. What were they thinking.’
‘They obviously understood my capabilities.’Ahad chimed in.
‘That must be it.’She scorned turning her head.
A tall lean figure came strolling near. It was Hira, a fellow student but from another class.
‘Hey,’She waved. She bent down as she was panting. She wore a white sleeveless top and blue jeans. Looking as beautiful as ever. Her straight yellow hair wet with perspiration.
‘I checked into the wrong grassland expanse, I had to run my way back here. This is Ground Zero I suppose.’
‘You're at the right location. You checked the order sheets? Its written ground zero next to the battlegrounds.’
‘Yes. The guards told me that it was a grassland so I guided myself to the grassland near the parking lot but that turned out to be ground eleven.’
‘Hah! You’re such a baby.’Ahad poke in.
‘You’re one to speak. You always ended up in the wrong places in school, remember.’Mahnoor snapped.
‘I did that on purpose. That’s my style.’he was confident.
Another figure joined the team. It was a new face. The sun was above them now but no one recognized the new boy. He was loaded with weaponry. Multiple arrows and a bow, spears and swords. He had a green buttoned robe and wore black fitted pants. Dusty brown hair covered his face.
‘Hello! I’m Joy. Nice to meet you all…fellow teammates.’he had a sparkle in his brown eyes.
Explicably Handsome, Mahnoor thought to herself.’Hi! I’m Mahnoor.’
‘And I’m Ahad.’
‘I’m Hira, nice to mee you too.’
As they were busy talking a black figure appeared in front of the speech.
Everyone was dazzled. They stared in disbelief as they recognized the Teleporter, Neha.
She opened her arms and put them on her sides.
’Im your sensei. Welcome here Team Zero.’She spoke in a grim but firm voice. She scanned her students.
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