I was enjoying a nice day outside with my class for class out on the lawn. We were rushed inside as sirens went off continuously. Ms.Bloom turned on the tv as we all sat down. She turned the channel to the local news. The newswoman was standing in front of a skyscraper. Behind her a portal opened and out stepped a man with a blue face. Two families screamed as their cars crashed into the skyscraper. One family was in a mustang. The other was in a Prius. The blue-faced man shot beams of darkness at the skyscraper as it fell to the ground in rubble. Another portal opened beside him. A man in armor stepped out of it. Kandriths were seen shouting praises to the devil and his servant Shirak. Ganthiras were out protesting the event. Rangrates joined them. My nemesis Jaren rolled his eyes. “It seems that the Strikers' memories have been returned to them and the Kandriths are all to blame!” Yellow orbs went into my wrists as he stood up and threw his desk at the wall. I got up from m
The strikers’ truck arrived in front of a white dome. They dragged me inside as a woman with black hair walked up to us. “You must be the person to thank.” “For what?” “For giving us our memories back.” “Why is that a good thing?” “Because your kind don’t deserve to live. Plus, I have a job again now.” “That may be good for you but, it means my kind is no longer safe from harm.” “True. But I'm just glad that no one can say that the Bloodbringer is crazy anymore.” “True. But I can’t ever guess what you people plan to do with me.” “Oh believe me you’ll find out soon.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” The lady whistled loudly as two strikers appeared. “Men take him to the initiation room.” The strikers dragged me to a small tent. They locked me down to a chair as an old tv was put in front of me. I looked at and a small black man appeared on the screen. “My name is General Ellison. All cithians are jerks and assholes. They say their lives are hard from the minute t
“So what are the chances that my mom is here among us.?” “Very slim. Not all the people caught are in the same concentration camp.” “ “Yeah. I knew that . Doesn’t mean the spies who are caught aren't in the same one though.” Maybe. But that wouldn’t make sense because there are only about 50 prisoners of war in this camp.” “My uncle told me that only 250 Cithians were killed.” “Yes, that's true. But there have probably been about 1000 or more who have been caught not counting the number of SPS members who were caught.” “So you took down the death toll of all the cihtians who were caught versus killed but you didn't write down an estimate of how many spies were caught versus killed?” “We know how many people were caught versus killed that were spies. We just don’t know how many of them lost their memories.” “Wait , does that mean that it’s possible that there are spies who didn’t lose their memories?” “I wouldn’t get your hopes up .” “Why not ? There is a loophole to every
When we came upon the other side, we were standing in my classroom at Haystead. Alarms were going off and no one was in sight. It seemed as if a bomb had gone off. The classroom door swung open as my uncle and my dad appeared. My dad glared at me. “You must come with me while we still have a chance to save Jaren.” “So you heard what happened?” “Heard? It’s splattered all over the news. But I never thought my own son would be the one to put all cithians back in danger.” “Really? From what I heard from Uncle Kody you were a part of what caused us to be outlawed in the first place.” “True. But I didn’t think that the warning of the reawakening could actually happen. I mean that is why Haystead was established. We needed a way to make sure that if more people became cithians whether by injection or by being born with the powers that we could hide their malfunctions.” “Well, it still happened though.” “Okay Fine. We need to save Jaren though. So follow me to the car.” “I f
When we came out on the other side we were parked in front of a red brick castle. We got up and walked out of the bus and I looked at my dad. "Where are we?" "This is Gailems. A school for people like you and Jaren. A school for people who have fully gained their warrior powers." We walked up to the doors of the Castle. In the center of the doors was a circle with eight symbols on it. I looked at my dad. “Dad, what are those symbols for?” “They are the symbols for the Eight Sayis’. The four are for the Good Sayis’ or the Servants of Light and the other four are for the bad Sayis’ which are the Warriors of Darkness.You’ll learn more about them during your four years at Gailems.” The doors opened and two guards stood in front of us and both of them were dressed in blue armor. The one to the right glared at my uncle Kodyack. “You could’ve warned me before you brought both of them here!” “I’m sorry. We were being chased by Strikers.” “It’s fine. We have the Sayis’ rule
Long ago in the distant past, there was an ancient civilization called Cithians. They were formed in the 1300s by a king called Glenn Hatchett. They lived in secret in a village named Tarnstead behind a stone wall that separated them from the English. In 1442, this same civilization was outlawed after an Englishman named Jadon killed the wife of King Knagstar, Sheila and the Cithians broke out into war with the English.King Knagstar's most trusted servant and magician, Adagar Markson was given three precious items (steel, water, and fire) and was told to make a potion with these items. This potion was to be used to contact the Gods to rescue their people from sheer destruction at the hands of the English.Unexpectedly, when he did so, a dark circular cloud appeared and a beam shot down from it. A man dressed in black stepped out."Hello earthling, I am Jagik, king of the planet Yakob. How may I be of assistance?""Earthling? I am Adagar Markson, servant of King Knagstar of the cithia
We all sat down. I met a boy with eyes the color of fire. “I’m Chaser Jerricus, son of headmaster, Pedro Jerricus. I assume you’re the kid who reawakened the memories of the Strikers.” “Yes. But I do have a question. What are the symbols on the castle doors for?” “For the Sayis’ which are the people who founded this school to hide people with warrior powers.” “Who are the Sayis’?” “You’ve heard of the Sayis Council right?” “Yes. Well the people are representatives of each of the eight Sayis’.” “So what are the symbols for though?” “For the forms they turn into when they use their sayis powers.” “So what are the names of the sayis?” “Sedro Sayis, Light Sayis, Gator Sayis, and Minotaur Sayis are the Good Sayis’ or the Servants of Light. Darkness Sayis, Hydra Sayis, Cerberus Sayis, and Finally Qysterio Sayis are the bad Sayis or the Warriors of Darkness.” Pedro stood up again. “Our Caretaker, Gailyn Kames will now give you your room number and once you go to the ro
I hesitated for a moment. “What’s the healing diamond?” “I don’t know. I’ve only heard legends about it. Do any of you know anything about it?” Michael put his elbows on the table and his hand on his chin. “From what I can tell from the legends, it’s some type of power source that can heal multiple injuries at one time. But I’ve never seen it up close.” We all disconnected our pendants away from each other. I heard a hard knock on the door. It opened and Gailyn stood in the doorway. “Please follow me to the Halls of Battle.” We all got up and followed Gailyn. We came around the corridor until we saw a flock of students standing in front of a set of double doors. Pedro was standing in front of us. “We have reviewed the transcripts for all the first years. As I told you before, there are four ranks: 1. The power beam makers 2. The fusion beam makers 3. The Blacksmiths and finally the orb makers. Two of you will battle at a time. All students will be battling but only two