Peytr

He stood on the hill overlooking the barracks, having his eyes full of the place that was his home for most of his life, a place where he grew to be the man he is today.

When he graduated Nafoura, he didn’t have plans as what was to be of his life, so, when he arrived at the city of the orange Aura nation, he was open for anything on offer.

As all oranges, he had to attend the six months course on nature and her ways, then he was sent out for his year of communing with nature with three others.

During that year, he discovered that he had an affinity to lead, as well as a keen skill with the sword and a fearless attitude towards death and death leading events.

So, when he came back to the city, he was decided, he applied immediately to the army ranks.

For the next ten years, he was a protector of the city, rising slowly through the ranks, until he became a squadron leader, then the war came crashing on their heads.

Joined by purple mages, his squad grew to twice its size, and he didn’t even know half of the men and women who were newly attached to his command, but he took the responsibility without a second thought, it was his duty, his way of life.

He led his squad in way too many battles for him to actually remember, before the year that it took for the oranges and purples to execute their massive spell that banished the yellows and the blues out of this realm of existence, he lost more than half the members of his squad.

The men and women whom he lost, were all brother and sisters, as nothing brings a group of people together, as the touch of death on their hearts.

Even the purples, became his, they were his men and women, and the ones who he lost, will always be marked on his soul as failings to save his own.

Today, the peace treaty was signed, and the war was over, all the drafted men and women were let go to resume their lives from before the war, but he knew that they will be same, they return to their people as strangers, aliens who happened to carry the faces of past loved ones.

He decided then to end his military career, he couldn’t bear the idea of seeing the savage reds going free with the atrocities they did during the war.

He also didn’t feel that he had a place in the city anymore, for what need would the city have for a broken man, an ex-soldier?

He decided to join four of his men, as they decided to join with one of the refugee villages that they passed through during the war, a small place that hugged the mountain at the edge of the nation of the greens, now almost empty as all the green are dead.

Peytr sighed, and nodded his head as he saw the new recruits assembled in the court of the barracks, he gave them a silent salute from the heart, turned and joined the three men on their long journey to the village that hugged the mountain.

The locals called it “Mountain’s Child”, he hoped that it will be his new home.

Characters From Agartha.

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