The Courageous Nine
Alright, and so we flip the first page of our vibrant story, a peer into the point of view of nine, somewhat young guild members, aspiring to become renowned. But first, let’s state the setting. We inhabit the beautiful yet cruel world of Gajeel, a land that can make anybody’s dream a reality. Although humans are still a prominent species within these lands, they must share the world with beats of sporadic nature and figure. Whether they may be passive, aggressive, or have even been integrated into our lifestyle, they are still here to stay. With death always lingering overhead, humanity has adapted to survive in this harsh reality. Children are born with unique qualities and characteristics, which makes them unique, each a diamond in a pile of, well, more diamonds. Within their cribs, infants slumber with tools at their sides. Rather than teething on bibs, they suckle on sword hilts. They awaken their powers at a young age, and do their part in the bettering of their species. Academics and studying are recurring practices, just not as highly valued as it is in fictional novels. Actually, one time I read this extremely hilarious folklore, where children actually went to these institutions known as ’colleges’, just to get a job! I swear, whatever that writer was on, I want in on i- sorry, getting off track. Continuing on, our story begins in the satellite village of Heartlia, located on the outer rims of Gajeel’s Rings of Humanity, a system of towns surrounding the Capitol. The central hub is the largest city in existence, and this small minescule town dwells in comparison. But everybody in Heartlia knew eachother to great extents. Villagers left their doors unlocked at night, they assisted in the survival of the community, and graciously welcome outsiders.
Now you lot come in. All nine of you have wound up in this village. May it be because you have a shop stationed there, or you were raised in the town, maybe you were even stopping by to take a leak? Although you are all young, versatile individuals, suddenly being robbed with your undergarments literally on the floor is a tad bit embarrassing. Anyways, all of you are pieces which will fall into the intricate puzzle, in do time, though. But this morning was different from the generic rest. For the most part, is was ordinary. Villagers were working in the fields, children were running around like a bunch of moles hyped up on milkweed, the livestock were taking their routine shit- anyways, somehwat was peculiar. Overnight, the city had been covered in posters. No town corner was left uncovered. Even worse, the advertisements were crudely drawn, even the King’s five year old grandson could draw better. But after further analysis, you realize that they are all nearly identical. They weren’t drawn because of godawful taste in artists, but they were mass-produced. Words needed to get out, and fast. And if the government placed so many in an irrelevant village such as Heartlia, you couldn’t even fathom how many were plastered in the larger towns. The ad happily welcomed guilds to join a contest, to see who could rise to the top among others. Yeah. There’s your queue. Make your worthless existence somewhat meaningful, kick some ass, hone your skills, and don’t get gutted to death. But it will take a day or two to traverse the distance between the outer rim and the Capitol. The curtains have now risen, the spotlights are shining brightly, now time to roll out our protagonists. Let's hope this isn't their final story.
Jrya whined as her legs hurt from the long journey to Heartlia. Omega had been traveling throughout Gajeel, as they were trying to make their way to the Capitol. Kouhara smacked her whiny sister on the head, as Kouhara was getting piggy backed by Jrya. "Hey! Koharaaa.." Jrya said, while taking one hand to rub her smacked head. "Stop whining Jrya! Woman up!" Kouhara sung, and smacked her sisters head once again. Jrya felt like complaining one more time just to annoy her sister, but she decided to not, because Kouhara has a really hard whack to the head. Jrya heard Kouhara start to sing a small tune their mom taught the sisters before she died. Kouhara sung with a beautiful voice, making Jrya want to fall asleep. Kouhara kept singing, but soon she died it down to her humming voice.
Once Jrya walked over the hill she saw a small town come into vision. She rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn't seeing anything weird, it might just be her eye tricking her."Jrya!" Kouhara said, and pointed forward. "Over there! It's a real town!" Kouhara cheered, and got off Jrya back and started to sprint past Jrya, while Jrya tried keeping up, waving her guild over. "Cmon guys~! Lets go!" Jrya smiled, and finally caught along with Kouhara.
Alright, and so we flip the first page of our vibrant story, a peer into the point of view of nine, somewhat young guild members, aspiring to become renowned. But first, let’s state the setting. We inhabit the beautiful yet cruel world of Gajeel, a land that can make anybody’s dream a reality. Although humans are still a prominent species within these lands, they must share the world with beats of sporadic nature and figure. Whether they may be passive, aggressive, or have even been integrated into our lifestyle, they are still here to stay. With death always lingering overhead, humanity has adapted to survive in this harsh reality. Children are born with unique qualities and characteristics, which makes them unique, each a diamond in a pile of, well, more diamonds. Within their cribs, infants slumber with tools at their sides. Rather than teething on bibs, they suckle on sword hilts. They awaken their powers at a young age, and do their part in the bettering of their species. Academics and studying are recurring practices, just not as highly valued as it is in fictional novels. Actually, one time I read this extremely hilarious folklore, where children actually went to these institutions known as ’colleges’, just to get a job! I swear, whatever that writer was on, I want in on i- sorry, getting off track. Continuing on, our story begins in the satellite village of Heartlia, located on the outer rims of Gajeel’s Rings of Humanity, a system of towns surrounding the Capitol. The central hub is the largest city in existence, and this small minescule town dwells in comparison. But everybody in Heartlia knew eachother to great extents. Villagers left their doors unlocked at night, they assisted in the survival of the community, and graciously welcome outsiders.
Now you lot come in. All nine of you have wound up in this village. May it be because you have a shop stationed there, or you were raised in the town, maybe you were even stopping by to take a leak? Although you are all young, versatile individuals, suddenly being robbed with your undergarments literally on the floor is a tad bit embarrassing. Anyways, all of you are pieces which will fall into the intricate puzzle, in do time, though. But this morning was different from the generic rest. For the most part, is was ordinary. Villagers were working in the fields, children were running around like a bunch of moles hyped up on milkweed, the livestock were taking their routine shit- anyways, somehwat was peculiar. Overnight, the city had been covered in posters. No town corner was left uncovered. Even worse, the advertisements were crudely drawn, even the King’s five year old grandson could draw better. But after further analysis, you realize that they are all nearly identical. They weren’t drawn because of godawful taste in artists, but they were mass-produced. Words needed to get out, and fast. And if the government placed so many in an irrelevant village such as Heartlia, you couldn’t even fathom how many were plastered in the larger towns. The ad happily welcomed guilds to join a contest, to see who could rise to the top among others. Yeah. There’s your queue. Make your worthless existence somewhat meaningful, kick some ass, hone your skills, and don’t get gutted to death. But it will take a day or two to traverse the distance between the outer rim and the Capitol. The curtains have now risen, the spotlights are shining brightly, now time to roll out our protagonists. Let's hope this isn't their final story.
Jrya whined as her legs hurt from the long journey to Heartlia. Omega had been traveling throughout Gajeel, as they were trying to make their way to the Capitol. Kouhara smacked her whiny sister on the head, as Kouhara was getting piggy backed by Jrya. "Hey! Koharaaa.." Jrya said, while taking one hand to rub her smacked head. "Stop whining Jrya! Woman up!" Kouhara sung, and smacked her sisters head once again. Jrya felt like complaining one more time just to annoy her sister, but she decided to not, because Kouhara has a really hard whack to the head. Jrya heard Kouhara start to sing a small tune their mom taught the sisters before she died. Kouhara sung with a beautiful voice, making Jrya want to fall asleep. Kouhara kept singing, but soon she died it down to her humming voice.
Once Jrya walked over the hill she saw a small town come into vision. She rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn't seeing anything weird, it might just be her eye tricking her."Jrya!" Kouhara said, and pointed forward. "Over there! It's a real town!" Kouhara cheered, and got off Jrya back and started to sprint past Jrya, while Jrya tried keeping up, waving her guild over. "Cmon guys~! Lets go!" Jrya smiled, and finally caught along with Kouhara.