Bronze and Ichor

I was sitting on the porch, with Chiron. I had just returned from a small quest. I don't remember what it was. They never allowed us to remember anything before the day. I still remember the day itself, though. We all do. The day when everything changed.

We were discussing the results of my quest, when a group of campers approached the Big House. They marched silently and orderly, with no expressions on their faces, and no emotion in their hearts. At first I thought they were going to a funeral. I was right, in a way.

I remember that moment extremely lividly. I can still recall the butterfly landing gently on the railing, the ants scurrying around by my feet, and even a cloud in the shape of a man with a cane. But what I mostly remember is when Chiron looked to them and said, "May I help you?" That question was answered with bullets, as were many questions answered after that day. A cloud of ichor erupted from Chiron as he immediately collapsed and disintegrated. As far as I know he still hasn't returned.

The bullets hit me too. And yet I am still breathing, obviously. Perhaps it was fate. Perhaps it was luck. I will never know. Last thing I remember that day is one of the campers walking up to me and slamming his boot into my bullet ridden body.

I was half-dead for a whole week, and was in a dreamless, restless state. But eventually I awoke at the infirmary. It was full, and a nurse I didn't recognize saw me and immediately scurried over.

"How are you feeling?" She said plainly.

"I'm fine, what happened?" I replied. I had many questions.

"Then get out of this bed! I have many to tend to!" She scolded.

"But... whats going on?"

"Ask Comrade Ryan! Out!"

I left. My bed was immediately replaced by a boy with no leg. I faced the doors that would open up this strange new world, and opened them.

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