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by xxLilly on Tue May 24, 2011 10:16 am
One of Alex's new recruits, a young boy around the age of 13 approached him as soon as he set foot inside the camp. He had dark brown hair, the color of oak, and looked at him with light, unsettling blue eyes. From what Alex could recall, the boy had joined them a few weeks ago, back at the city of Spalding. They had found him wondering around their camp back then, close to starvation. His troops had captured him, and planned to execute him for sneaking around. Eventually, once they brought him to Alex's disposal, he was given a chance to talk. The boy had quickly seized this chance to explain to what exactly he was doing before he was caught.
His family had been close friends with the royals back before they were executed, he explained first. He had a little sister, Marissa, and his parents worked as big merchants all throughout the kingdom then. They were all very wealthy. It was just recently, not even two months ago, that the royals had betrayed them. They took their market, robbing them of their money, and left them to die alone in the streets. His family lived in the streets for several months, struggling to make something of what little they had left. They were able to survive for a while, a few weeks or so, until his mother began to catch a deadly illness. Then, one by one, they all started to die of starvation. It took about a month before the boy was the only one left. But he knew, that pretty soon, he would die if he didn't do anything to save himself. Somewhere along the midst of all of this, he had heard about Alex and his team of resistance. Trudging along from town to town, the boy struggled to follow along anything he could hear about them. He used the little money that his family had left him for food. When he finally saw that they were in his town, he struggled to find themm. Thus, then there he was.
In time, Alex had decided to take him in. Seeing that he was once close with the royals, he had figured they could make use of him when it came time to the royal family. Plus, Alex knew that this would mean he would be valuable in training. They quickly took him in, feeding him, and curing him of any illness. Then they immediately set him to train and, as Alex has suspected, he ended up being one of the most valuable players.
Marcus, the young boy, then quickly explained to him about the girl they'd captured. Alex glanced over the boy's head, to Stephen and Nathan, who had captured the girl. Alex nodded, following the Marcus as he led him to her.
As they approached the far end of the camp, Stephen came over, "What you want us to do with her? Sneaking up on us and all. I don't trust her." He asked him, glancing at the girl again. Stephen was a few years older than him, roughly about 20 years old, and his dark brown hair was pulled back in a sloppy ponytail as he looked at Alex eagerly. He loved a good kill. Nathan looked over to them from the end, grabbing the girl by her hair and pulled her inside one of the tents. He had pulled a bag over her face, and then nodded them over to come follow him. Nathan was a bulky man, roughly 170 pounds, and held himself ground in battle. Out of all of then, he was the oldest. Alex followed inside the small tent, seeing the small girl whimper in Nathan's grip as he came closer.
The girl looked at Alex with icy blue eyes, trying to hide her fear when she realized that what would happen to her all depended on Alex's decision. The small bag that had covered his face earlier was pulled off, exposing her long, dark hair. She looked to be around Alex's own age. His eyes darkened at the sight of the girl, sensing a hint of familiarity about her, “What were you doing here?” He growled at her, trying to get information from her. He glanced at Nathan and Stephan, telling them to go outside with Marcus. They both nodded, following his orders.
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