Chapter One: Home sweet home TALON "The new recruits are here, sir." "Finally! What took so long?" "There were some troubles, some of them were very skilled." "Isn't that the point!" "Yes sir, ofcourse sir." "Wake them up I'll be in shortly," he told the soldier, and to himself he added, "It's time for orientation!" ~ Talon woke up to the metalic smell of blood, immediately he checked himself for wounds. He had a few small cuts which strangly he couldn't remember getting, but they had all stopped bleeding. So he came to the conclusion that the blood was not his. Talon sat up and looked to his left and saw a small girl with with white hair. She was wearing a white dress and stared at him with dark green eyes but said nothing. He looked to his right and saw the source of the blood, his stomach lurched at the sight. He was looking at a very large and muscular boy of about 17 years, he had a nasty cut running from his shoulder to the middle of his back. Healers worked furiously on him. Using their magic until they ran dry. Talon new a bit about magic although he couldn't remember where he learned it. He knew that if you tried to use more magic than you have you can get extremely sick - or worse, die. A nurse collapsed on the spot having overworked herself, she lay on the ground heaving, a different nurse that had been cleaning up the blood helped her up. Talons eyes shifted to the pile of gleaming metal that was placed by the boy. There were two long swords, one broad sword and two growing knifed. Talon wonered how he could carry all that. After taking all of this in he observed their surroundings. There were no windows, so possibly they might be under ground. The only light came from torches placed at regular intervals on the walls. There were other children, all in there teens, having injuries treated, and everyone was in a state of waking up. One boy looked as if he had been awake longer than the others. He seemed less suprised than the ones who had just woken up, he semmed only interested in his throwing knifes. The cloth sheaths were strapped in an X across his torso and the tiny knifes (much smaller than the boy with the cut had) were placed for so they would be easy to grab. The boy was tall and skinny with dirty blond hair that fell into his blue eyes. The nurse that was cleaning up the other boys blood walked over to him. "Let me heal those cuts for you." she said pleasantly. "Um, sure." I replied. After she was done with me she went over to the girl in the white dress. She held out her left arm to the healer. It had a scorch mark probably left by a spell. After healing it she looked tired, it must have taken alot of energy to heal. But then, all the healers stood at attention as a man dressed in a flowing black cloak entered through doors that I had not seen. "Welcome," he said, "to your home."