The child strode behind the Nightingale as she glared at everyone they passed, who were in turn trying to stand or walk as straight as possible. It made quite the comical scene as all the soldiers they passed suddenly straightened as they saw the Nightingale, before slouching again, casting furtive glances at her. Of course, the amusement didn't get to the boy, and he didn't care much for it, ignoring all the passerby. The boy continued to follow the Nightingale as they weaved through the building, endless halls Amon memorized flowing by. Soon, they reached a door with a plaque hanging above it. It read 'High intensity training'.

  The Nightingale opened the door, holding it open for the child to go through, and he started forward. However, the Breaker got there first. Rushing through the door, he ran to a shelf at the back, picking up equipment and laying it out on the floor. The Nightingale sighed, pushing the child through. The child looked around at the room, which didn't look very impressive. The floors were made of stone, as was most of this base, and the walls were as well. The only thing of interest in the gray room were the weapon racks and sets of what the boy assumed were training equipment. The Nightingale turned to the child. "What's your name?," she asked.

  The child responded with a shrug. The Nightingale, confused, turned fully to face him. Then she continued towards the back wall, paying it no mind. She grabbed two wooden swords, tossing one to the child. He stepped aside and it landed on the floor. "You were supposed to catch that, kid," the Breaker said, looking over.

  The child nodded, grabbing the sword off the ground. Suddenly, sword forms from ancient times swirled into his head, as they did whenever he held a sword. Other weapons showed him other things. None of them had given him a clue about his past. Amon definitely knew something, but she would not tell him, no matter how much he asked.

  The child stepped into a sword form that looked almost impractical, the wooden sword held behind him in a reverse grip, his other hand stabilizing him, as if he was an ancient tree, with a branch extended behind him. This was the ready stance of the Form of Wood, or so he remembered it.

  The Nightingale blinked at his stance, sighing and deciding to correct this boy's foolishness. If one holds their sword behind them, how are they meant to defend?

  The Nightingale stepped forward, executing a basic strike. The child watched it come, the blunt edge nearing his body. Most notably, he did not flinch. Suddenly, the boy struck, his body flowing like water-for he was executing the Form of Water now, and ducking under the blade, a sudden sweep with his sword from the Form of Fire flicking it up to let it rest against the Nightingale's neck.

  The room went silent. The Breaker dropped all the weapons he was holding to watch the Nightingale lose to a child, when she had not lost to the best swordsmen they had at this base, even though her main weapon was not a sword.

  The Nightingale stood, just as shocked herself, as the child withdrew his sword. The Breaker opened his mouth to speak, but another voice overrode it. The Captain stood at the opening of the room. "This is why I wanted you to train the child. I sense fate weaving around the kid. My Seer class is giving me a large pointer at this kid, and even though it's at a low level, I'm inclined to believe it. We need to get the kid's System activated."

  The Breaker spoke before the Nightingale could. "If this kid has an affinity to evil above twenty-five percent, we're all done. You saw how easily he beat the Nightingale. I don't know if he's this good with his fists, but I'd like to bet on it."

  The Captain's reply was quick, and short. "This is a child. Besides, my class has never been wrong yet. I'm going to trust it, and I'd rather not order you to do the same."

  The Nightingale's eyes shifted to the Breaker as she spoke. "I'd like to agree with the Captain here."

  The Breaker nodded. "I'm outvoted, I surrender," he said in a saddened voice.

  "Quit the theatrics," the Captain said. "Child, come."

  The boy followed the Captain, unsure of what this 'system' was. He stepped faster as the Captain sped up, descending down multiple flights of stairs into the bowels of the earth. Soon, they reached an end, the stairs stopping at a door. She opened it, letting them all in.

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  A glimmering prism hovered in the center of the room, rays of light emerging from it and blanketing the room. The Captain gestured at it, staring at the child. Feeling her eyes burning a hole into his back, the child stepped up and touched the prism.

  The child was in a dreamy landscape, colors rotating around him and forming illusory threads in the distance. He watched three spheres as they circled in front of him. He reached out and touched each one of them, feeling information flow into his head. The silvery-gray sphere was a representation of Amon's consciousness. The purple one was a representation of his mind. The pure white sphere was a representation of his soul. Leaving Amon's consciousness alone, the child inspected his mind. He was transported once again, looking on a spark of consciousness. Several chains latched onto it, keeping the spark from floating away and leaving him. The chains were all made of pure energy, and the child knew that these kept his sanity in place. However, one of the chains was different. The child flew over to inspect it.

  The chain was... altered. It changed something within his mind. The boy could not tell what, but he knew this would have to be repaired eventually. The child stepped back, returning to the three spheres. He grabbed the one that represented his soul.

  Once again, he was transported, this time to a circular patch of land within him. He felt the boundaries of his soul, invisible to whatever sight he had within this area, but clearly sensed. The land had grass growing on it, pristine green grass that was the epitome of its species. The boy felt that if he wanted to, he could grow a tree.

  And so the boy did. A tree grew within his soul, ripe fruit emerging from it. The boy held off on eating the fruit, however. He didn't feel like it.

  The boy returned to the cycling spheres. Then he flicked a switch inside his brain, stepping back into the real world.

  The boy staggered upon regaining his senses. He turned to look at the Breaker, Nightingale, and the Captain. Before he turned fully, threads wrapped around his soul. The boy staggered. The threads released a corrupting energy. His soul's grass started to turn yellow. The child moved his soul slightly, and the threads slipped off, without a hold on his soul. They slid away, disappearing from the boy's awareness. Rising to his feet once more, the child turned to look at the three spectators. "Say 'status'," the captain said.

  The boy repeated the word, and a sheet popped up in front of his eyes.

Name: Unknown

Alignment: 100% True Good

Level 1

Special:

Chains of Sanity-7/8

Mantle of Good

Masteries:

Weapon-Eternal

Fist-Eternal

Magic Type-All

Abilities:

Mana Abilities:

Mana Bolt

Whispers:

Flame

Songs:

Song of Pure Truth

Auras:

Natural Aura

Thought:

Thoughtcleave

Martial:

The Elemental Forms(error: unknown art)

Innate:

None

Elemental Affinities:

Fire: 100%

Water: 100%

Wood: 100%

Familiars:

Amondrienne(Species Unknown)

  The boy instinctively knew how to show others parts of his screen. He grabbed the 'Alignment' section and ripped it off his screen. It came away as a few lines, and he tossed it to the Captain. The words followed his mental command and flitted over to the Captain, resting in front of her face. The Captain's face paled. "God," was the last thing she said for quite a while, the others uncharacteristically silent after they saw the words as well. They led the boy back to his room with the Breaker, leaving without a word.