Chapter 1: The Ward

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           As thunder rages outside the Ward, for the millionth time Hunter was so glad that a stranger brought him to the Ward in the Montcalm Fief as he woke up. It was all Hunter had ever known. His Father had been a Guerir or a warrior in the Army of Konquelore, Hunter’s home country and he died soon after Hunter was born and his mother died in childbirth as he was told. He didn’t know much about the world outside of the ward and the clearing in front.

           

            The past few days, Hunter was having some trouble sleeping as his Choosing day was soon. This was when he and his friends would be assigned their future roles in life. Every child in Konquelore did this on the last day of their twelfth year. If you didn’t get chosen, you were an outcast. Outcasts were nothing. In fact they were less than nothing. They were the beggars on the cobblestone paths asking for some copper coins. Hunter didn’t want to become an outcast. He wanted to become a Guerir just like his father was. “I could be a legend!” were one of the constant thoughts about Hunter’s dream to becoming a Guerir.

            Hunter was getting a beating from Jack, the tough guy at the Ward in the grassy clearing. They constantly got into fights. Jack was always fighting with his fists and Hunter always fighting with his words. Hunter knew that he was no match with Jack in a fistfight but he realized too late. Soon enough, the 2 were beating each other down to the floor while their friends could only stand by and watch Jack beat Hunter to a pulp. Jack went in for the big punch and…

Suddenly, “STOP!” yelled Matron, the supervisor of their section of the Ward as the slammed the frail wooden door behind her. Normally Matron was quite nice and treats Hunter and everyone else quite well at the Ward. But she wasn't if there was violence. If Hunter and Jack start fighting, they’re dead meat once Matron finds out.

“He started it!!!” they said in unison. Hunter and Jack pointed at each with startled looks on their faces, as they hadn’t realized Matron had walked into the room.

“Both of you to your cots… NOW.” ordered Matron.

           

            The 2 boys slowly dragged themselves onto their cots, throwing mean looks at each other all the way there. Hunter knew that this wasn’t the time to get into big trouble since the Choosing day was only 3 days away so he didn’t bother to cause more trouble even though you could see the effects of the fight from the bloody nose and bruises all over his body.