The Last of the Guardians: Insurrection
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– We need to remake our entire plan, – Galaniel continues. – Go back to watch to see if everything continues the same way, – the two brothers tells, who immediately go up to the roof, because the deposit has no windows at the top.
- Codaino, do we have an extra rope? – A good deal, but as we are in the tank I can get more. – Great... – Galaniel for a bit to concatenate the ideas and then goes on to explain the new plan to the group and resume preparation.
The day dawns and, with the bell three in the morning, the movement of troops begins. The first place they inspect is the magazine and with them was Meneol, who did not understand how it was empty. Then they went to the sewage grid, thinking that might be hidden there, but the grid was intact and locked.
The traitor did not understand what was happening. He was sure he'd get to everyone, after all, once they were inside the Citadel, he would not mind if they noticed his absence, they would have to continue, because there would be more time. They entered the temple and the cable searched the tail, nor sign of them. The guards continued to make rounds of the local informed by Meneol and around the crimson tower. It would be impossible to rescue the chosen, let go out alone with them to the Citadel.
The bell rang six o'clock and it was time to take the chosen few to the top of carmine tower. The gate of the jail opens and two platoons of warriors are positioned around the chosen. Meneol think: – It is impossible to master five men over forty. One of two things, or they gave up, which would be the most intelligent, or they are trapped somewhere without being able to act.
The chosen cross the courtyard toward the Crimson Tower without anything happening. The responsible lieutenant knocks at the gate, answered the password and the gate was opened from the inside. The heavy door opens out, and the lieutenant responsible for the tower gets custody of the chosen, entering the tower and then orders the gate to close. – If something happens, it must be now – Meneol prepares, but nothing happens, the door closes and the lieutenant who escorted the chosen arounds the tower with his troop. – Yeah, I think the recovery will not happen. I can go to Sharp, then, after the group has an arrest ordered warrant by the board, but then he remembers that Citadel will remain closed until the completion of leads. – Hell, I have a dry throat. I go to the barn to take that bottle of liquor in the drawer, then, by the way it will be a pretty boring morning.
The guards led the elect to the top and held them to the particular hardware that found on a wall in the center of the tower. The structure was already prepared for the event of leads, five pairs of metal brackets that opened when the jailer tower lowered the handle control. Melina had to stay on top of a makeshift wooden box. The scene was to mourn those hardest heart. Neither the rings fastened right those little pulses.
The jailer, without having much to do, allowed her to be sitting in the box waiting as others. Once the cause is established and the guard entered the routine, waiting only the spectra, the pantry door on the first floor opens slowly and Galaniel and the group leave it foot-forefoot, with Rion ahead. When the guard on the first floor went in the hallway, making his rounds, the forward gave him a headlock. The guard floundered to faint from lack of air. – One down, now it's ten. – Rion had one for each floor of the tower, it was nine including the top, plus the responsible lieutenant for the elect, which served as a jailer. – Quickly Cod wear the uniform of the guard. Attract him and disoriente. Rion, erases them. Remember, quietly, or we will have to hit a lot of people, – Galaniel talks quietly. Quickly, Codaino wears uniform and goes to the second floor. – Hello, you happen to have water there, my over and the heat is great. – You left your post to get water? The lieutenant will know it, this water will cost you dearly.
The guard turns to pick up his water bottle standing on a chair near the wall. Codaino takes the guard turned around and touch the back of his head, casting a spell – Kel suen Otar – and the guard stands still, half asleep. So Rion does faint with another headlock and Pelokir puts the uniform. They come in the same way until they reach the top.
Only Galaniel have not added a uniform, he needs to catch the lieutenant, but the time he spent was great and the spectra already on the horizon, and still lack the ninth floor guard and the lieutenant. – Codaino, can you take care of lieutenant? – the guardian questions. – Unfortunately not, sir. That spell requires a lot of energy and I have not got reset. – And you, Hrothgar? – Unfortunately, I have not sufficient knowledge to this spell, sir. – Cod, can you use the power Hrot? – I can try, but it can be risky, I do not know how much power he has. – I take the risk, you – volunteers to the mentale. Without much time to decide, Galaniel agrees: – very well. Once the lieutenant become stunned, Rion, Pelokir and Relfer come to talk to the guard. Hurry up, the spectra are already a few meters from the tower.
Hrothgar sits on a chair in front of Codaino, placing the fingertips of both hands on the head of another mentale. Intones a set of spells: – Jar sven yon kel suen Otar. – In seconds, the lieutenant is stunned, however, Hrothgar faints and Codaino is weakened.
The plan follows the course and the three warriors come to talk to the guard, where Rion stands behind it. – Boy, it's hot down there, we will exchange a little? –Pelokir pulls conversation with the guard. – Are you crazy? How went out they of their posts? The lieutenant will make a leather belt their skins! – So when the guard looks at the stunned lieutenant, Rion attacks with a powerful punch hitting in full, the face of the opponent, which falls without consciousness. Once the guard hits the ground, the spectra arrive. – Take care with lieutenant, Rion! The boys their posts, now it's for real. End up with those damn! – Galaniel controls.
Relfer is the first to react, pulling an arrow from his quiver and shoots the farthest range, hitting him right between the eyes. The housing vanishes in a green cloud, only dropping the arrow on the stones forming the floor of the Citadel.
Seeing the attack, the spectra land in the tower and the body-to-hand battle begins. Rion, who had passed out the lieutenant, takes his hatchet and, with both hands, divides the larger of the spectra in half and already part to the second.
Pelokir sings again healing spells and advocates to take care of the group and chosen. Entering a mystic trance, his hands become fluid and drawing arcane symbols, while the tips of his fingers shine like red-hot steel. One of the spectra can get a choice, one that is easier, other that is loose grabs Melina and begins to fly. Immediately, Galaniel speaks: – Rion, Lever! – And starts to run toward him. The forward joins hands in front of body and flexes his right leg awaiting the arrival of the guardian who, when approaching, puts his foot on the support created by Rion which in turn pulls hands up hard, driving Galaniel for high.
The Guardian spins jumps over his own body to direct the path, holds the shield with both hands and, when he is near the spectrum, spiking the tip of the shell deep into the demon, which disappears immediately. Galaniel safes Melina and then his fall is cushioned by Codaino, which by then had recovered from the blow. Hrothgar, who had also awakened, hurls his javelin, but only slips on the last spectrum.
With Melina safely alongside Pelokir, Galaniel parts for the last spectrum attack, which is moving away on the run, but it’s helpless to see the demon's face. That was the fucking embodiment of Nirmiriel, whom both he sought. Relfer still fires an arrow, but the distance and the winds do wrong. At that point in time, the fight at the top of the tower had already been noted by the warriors of the Citadel, who tried to break into the gate without success, and another group began to climb the window through which they entered at night. Rion speaks: – Gala! We need to continue. – The guardian remades surprise and immediately commands: – Hrothgar, tie strings to their darts and shoot three in front of wall of the lake and tie the other end in chains.
Relfer helps the brother to tie the strings and so are ready, the mentale throws each dart at the top of the wall. – Now he releases the other selected, each take one, ties itself and slides the rope to the wall.
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Each warrior fulfills orders. Pelokir, already with Melina, come down with it. Galaniel is, finally, to make sure that everyone will. When he is alone at the top of the tower, the guardian recites a mantra: – Oun quan has dum – and sets off towards the stone wall that housed the cuffs of the chosen.
As takes speed, his shield shines ever brighter. When it reaches the wall, a crash is heard throughout Kolpor. The wall crumbles to pieces, whose foundation is not prepared to support the weight and thus the ground collapses. The guardian only have time to catch one end of rope tied in the eaves to prevent it go along with the rubble. He scales the wall to the ledge and slides towards his group, using the shield as support.
With the collapse, the guards climbed the window can not access the top and, in turn, prevent the escape of the group. When it comes to wall, Galaniel cuts the ropes tied to darts with his sword and meets the group is already looking ahead to the best point down the outside of the Citadel. Moorings are made in the eaves of the wall and the rest of the strings are thrown.
Each warrior goes down with his still tied chosen. They do not have much time because the soldiers are already trying to open the gate of the Citadel.
Getting to the ground, the warriors untie the chosen, the gates begin to open. – Go you, bring them safely that we delay, – Rion speaks. - I will not abandon you – responds Galaniel. – If they are arrested again, it will have been in vain our efforts. Only you know the plan to hide the elect. Go, Let us! Please! – Rion insists. The guardian also outlines denial, but sees that there is no choice at that time. – Courage and Honor! – He cries to his group, which responds in unison.
The guardian picks Melina in her lap and leads the others by the slope. Coming to town, walks toward the point marked Moan, near the beginning of the lake of stars. Once there, Moan and other family members chosen wait with horses and supplies. – Here they are! – Galaniel foreigns. – Melina! – Corinthian screams desperate to see her daughter again. – Mom! - Melina responds, hearing the mother.
The guardian places the child in the soil and, in that brief moment, while mother and daughter hug, he thinks of all the problems they have and then thanks God and their ancestors for having made the right choice.
Sounds of fighting coming from the Citadel gate make it back to reality. – Come on and go fast, since the plan had to be modified. Go now, they are coming! – You do not come along? – Moan questions. – I can not, I need to make sure you will not be followed, now go and be careful – Galaniel responds. – People are quick and can run like heading north gate of the city.
The Guardian looks at the train pulling away and when he knows they're a safe distance back to the gate of the Citadel. Once there, he sees that the battle is still intense. His group is already noticeably in the past, because, every time, new warriors come to the Citadel.
All are already bruised and very heavy breathing. When they see the guardian breaths of hope pass in their eyes. Galaniel arrives and begins to break through the front of your group, giving the warriors fighting the Citadel, but after down some opponents, he speaks: – enough! Terminate the battle! We surrender!
The Ordeal
Galaniel grew up learning the philosophies of both castes, he receives from his father and his stepfather, but due to the pressures of society and especially of friends, wanted to be a forward as his stepfather, who was very fond.
By completing thirteen, age when every young man or woman, should be presented to the Citadel, to know the own fitness. Everyone should know war, after all, those were hard times and hell stalked every attack.
As his family was wealthy due to Boldar General's salary, Galaniel was a young man accustomed to a quiet life with little exercise, and weight a little above average. The day after his birthday, he was sent to the Citadel, along with his sister Inara, fourteen years, who was not required to be present in the previous year because of illness.
Once there, they joined a group of thirty-eight young people, coming from all regions. At the end of the day, with the group closed for that period, all were referred to the courtyard, with the racket that is peculiar to youth. Seeing an old woman figure walking to the podium, the noises were to quiet down and until when the old man reached the pulpit, silence reigned longer. Everyone was sitting on the floor looking at that old man, bearded face and tired waiting to start the event. After strongly inspire, the old man said:
– Young people, you believe you are here to test your skills and choose yourr caste, but you were mistaken! – He pauses and looks at the group. The young, before cheerful and quiet, looked at each other now, worried, after all, they have always believed that they would come to the Citadel to choose their caste.
– Although – the Elder continued – your hearts desire a particular caste, this should wish you well. Your efforts and the help of our Father define whether they are worthy and which ones belong. – Turning to the side of the stage, looking for three men and a woman who also heard the old man, standing in the courtyard below the platform, direct, ordered: – coaches, separate groups and direct them to the barracks.
Each coach choses his group. As they passed by the side of the seated young people, they played them the shoulders, in select signal. The young should get up and go to where the coach of the group in question was. Inara was one of the chosen former, Galaniel, one of the last. In Galaniel’s group were Inara, Nirmiriel, Pelokir, Meneol, Trokat, Murmide, Arudel, Postiok and Silcone.
Over the next week, each group would be tested for physical, intellectual, psychological and emotional way. – Starting tomorrow, the ordeal begins, so seize the day and celebrating soon to renew the spirit and the willingness to what you will come. I close our openness to the greeting with which each warrior greets peers: Courage and Honor! – Ank-Oq terminate, and he is answered in unison with the greeting he just said.
After the opening speech, young people headed for the ballroom and, with the last sunlight, began the celebration, music flooded the environment and several tables around the yard were covered with a wide variety of foods and drinks, all over the kingdom. In the center, suspended lights illuminated the place where young people danced. Joy filled the Citadel and everyone was happy, forgetting, at least for a moment, the horrors that took place on a day-to-day. Here there were no demons, specters, lost loved ones, pain or suffering, it was a small gap in a very difficult life.
The next day, at six in the morning, the temple bell marked the beginning of trial. All young people were already in the courtyard, separated into groups of their trainers. In every day of the trial, the morning was dedicated to the improvement of the body. An extensive sequence of exercises was used to acquire all the physical form required for Molodok. There happened laps in the yard, uphill races in the Citadel, on the steps of the temple, hand-to-hand combat training, climbing, tug of war, among other exercises. In the afternoon, there were the lectures: strategy, history, health, survival, religion, philosophy, mathematics, geography and various other materials aimed to assist the warrior during battles. Lunch was always well served and well done, young people could eat as much as they wanted, knowing, of course, they would face the afternoon studies. The restraint was also one of the subjects used during training.
On the second day, Galaniel exaggerated the meal and during the sociology class, began to doze off – this way, all castes and positions are important... sun... current... ...Paper Company. GALANIEL! – Call aloud, Tregor, their coach. Galaniel is startled, his eyes widening and settles on the chair. – Present! – answered he followed by laughter from all over the rest of the group. – I'm not making the call, boy! You must not to overeat at lunch and must pay attention in class. Repeat what I was explaining to the group – he says, reproachfully, the coach, looking for the student and waiting for a response. – Er... We are all important... According to your role? – the guardian answers as a question. – Do not answer a question with another, Galaniel, listen and write down what I say next, it will write a hundred ti
mes after the class - Tregor scolds, continuing: – All castes and positions are important, each with its gift, there is neither better nor worse, just a strong current to meet the needs of society, where each link must fulfill its role. So – now talking to the whole group – never abash farmer, merchant or the streets cleaner, because our society needs each of them and it is only then that our race has managed to perpetuate and transform this great nation. With this we end our class today – the coach ends.
The group will leave the room, and Inara, passing by his brother, pulls his ear saying: – see taking way, little brother, I do not want to shame because of you. - Do not fill the bag, little sister, who likes to eat books are you, my business is to fight – he says, poking her sister in the ribs. – Now let me just write these sentences to dine power – the guardian ends.
The days passed, the group was looking for balance and knowing your strengths and weaknesses so that during the Molodok, succeeded a good rating. On the last day, the activity should be done by subdividing the group into two, with five on each side. In Galaniel’s group were Pelokir, Murmide, Nirmiriel and Silcone. The exercise was five stages tug of war, in which the exercise began with a member of each side holding a long cable. On the floor, five lines were marked on each side by designating the stages, starting from the most distant.
As one of the groups could pull the other to the previous stage, a member of each team joined the group and tried to return to the previous situation. Besides being a strength test, the groups also required to define a strategy in relation to each other to compensate for differences between the members. Galaniel was to be the last in, it was the strongest, followed by Pelokir, the second in strength after Murmide, Nirmiriel and first Silcone. In the opposing group the order would be Inara, Arudel, Trokat, Meneol and Postiok. The first members took their positions, including a mud puddle, as a prize for the losing team.