Walking into a room of quiet is something strange and oddly nice to say, but thinking back on what I had said to myself last night I wonder if I would be able to do that. So many thoughts can come at you at once but some of the most radical and ones that make no sense hit and are heard more than the others.

I slide off the blanket on me and dangle myself off the edge of the and drop down most likely waking up merry next door to me, I grab my gear for protecting myself in the snow so I don’t freeze to death, I grab my helmet, rifle, vest, and knife, open the door to see Jackson leaving his room as well fully geared.

Unspoken next session, still makes me wonder who he was talking to last night and how do they know each other? I want this question answered for a reason mainly because of a certain event 8 years ago was I was being brainwashed and told lies out of every corner of this place or was it truth that I was going to be killed as I was my father’s child.

I don’t want to think about it, he saved me from death out there in the cold freezing wasteland although the storm is coming to an end soon even though it was to be two years from now. We both stand atop the same hill as the day before yesterday, Jackson takes position fiddling with things first before I head down to the starting taking not of a certain spot he can’t see me in.

Last time it was if I can run fast enough between cover and beat his reaction time, it worked as well as anyone could guess, I slow down to a slow walk. I found out yesterday that I only needed to step in the zone once not fully in it. So, I could just step in and out and run for closest piece of cover in this case a big rock or boulder I should say.

I stop walking and stand in front of the zone wondering how I should go about things, there are many options that I could go with but most will fail, before I could any further the hairs on the back of my neck go up, I look back and see the hill I was at not long ago did I just have a sixth sense experience.

I walk around until the hairs go down I look back and find a pillar instead of the hill, I could use this sense to my advantage, but why is it going off now instead of yesterday?

I take one step in the area and withdraw my foot quickly, from what I can see he won’t be able to see me for a while if I continue down this wall towards a group of trees accompanied by bushes that could give some cover for some time as it is thick with shrubbery.

For the time I have which is four hours like the day before yesterday I can try to camouflage myself with a ghillie suit made from leaves, grass if I can find any in the area, branch’s, and with some amazing thing called knilt made by you guessed it the Arcaisian Empire to have snow feel like blocks of rolled up grass if used properly, thank you books.

I reach the end of the wall that has so far provided me protection but now it is time for me to go for it and try my hardest to get to the cover not so far away. I move my body to a knee down position and conveniently there is a hole that I can through.

I pull out a pocket mirror, a device that is a mirror that can fit in your pocket, a simple thing really but a snipers most effective weapon if used correctly, I pop it open and hold it at a angle to see if Jackson is looking at either the exit route I have or the hole.

When I see him thanks to the pocket mirror, the part that houses the mirror was gone when I blinked, so with this chance I stated to run as fast as I could to the pack of trees in front of me, and safely made it.

Now to bring out the rigging for ghillie suits, I quickly got leaves, branch’s and other material’s required for what I was going to create, I spent roughly thirty to thirty-five minutes making the suit as best as I can, last thing to add was snow on leaves and dead grass that I had luckily found darted around.

I shuffle myself into the suit and pull down a white mask down to cover my face, I look around to see if I have any more available cover in the area, I see some rusted cars and more shrubbery to hide in, and with what I am wearing I think shrubbery is the better option.

With my skill in making ghillie suits I have time frame of around seven to eight minutes to finish the course, if I don’t then I am going to have to get creative about how I am going to complete the whole thing.

With everything dawned and me ready to move out I lay down almost submerging myself in snow and begin the move while trying to hide my movements with me crawling, at this point I just hope that sixth comes in clutch I don’t even understand it, why now of all time to experience this kind of thing? Life for you I guess.

It takes me a little to about a halfway point to the next target which is the shrubbery, then the sixth sense kicks in again and I stop all movements towards the target and pray that the tracks behind me are hidden well enough to fool the old man’s eyesight. After a short while the sense starts to dull down a little, I am most likely still in danger but as much as before.

I start to make very small movements forward, the hairs and feeling of danger never dulling down for a singular moment, I reach the shrubbery and finally have relief of not feeling like I was about to die if I fucked a single movement, that took almost twenty of the clock, at this point I need to be even more careful as this ghillie suit has lasted more then my predictions so if I go to fast I am most likely going to say goodbye to camouflage for the rest of the course. Like that is what I am not what I doing as is.

I take a deep breath in and out and continue the move having the feeling of doom come back to be my campion for the next… I don’t know how long the feeling of what you would feel having to jump from a high place. Am I going to be fine if I jump? What will happen if I jump from all the way up here?

Will I be able to survive this if I do it?

Those kinds of questions that you say to yourself every day, although I doubt it would be those kind of questions being asked but close to.

This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.

My next target when I left the shrubbery is a B-line straight towards the finish box, risky as all hell but I need this over before my cover is gone and speaking of cover I have lost all kinds of camouflage. The feeling of death and doom is higher than ever, I have a lump forming at the back of my throat, when I mean this I mean the kind of lump when you are scared or fearing something that is inevitable.

I continue my way only hearing my breath becoming heavier, the snow, and my slow movements. I come to a sudden stop as fear overwhelms me, I can’t move a single muscle. The rate of my breath is so fast I might run out of air if I continue, am I really built to become a sniper if I freeze like this? Maybe not but it is the thought that counts.

I…don’t know what to do, it feels like if I move I am going to have pain hit me somewhere or I stay here not willing to move forward, why I am feeling this much fear? This is not normal if I was this prone to succumb to it I would have frozen up when facing three wolves although I was sacred, who wouldn’t be?

I sit there for a time having this fear eat me, I look at the time I have left and realize I have to make a move or fail for a second time and potentially go through this exact same problem, I grit my teeth in frustration on how I have been sitting here for 3-hole hours in fear. I am so close to doing this if I can just find some sort of resistance against this fear I can make it in few steps.

Before I could even think about moving and disproving it I move and head for the finish area, the sixth sense triggers again giving the worst case of the fear I had been feeling, the whole time I had been paralysed by fear compared to this is like comparing a apple to a banana. Completely different but with a key similarity the feeling of death consuming and knowing at every physical, metaphysical or any part of my being.

I continue to run not paying a shred of attention to the unsavoury feeling finding it ways to every part of my body, I take a few more paces before falling to my knees looking at white ground, I can’t help but think this will some day be the same shade that will cover my body, my lifeless body at some point.

The sound of footsteps is faint coming towards me, I look behind me to see Jackson walking slowly to me “That was very good of you” he said in his old voice containing so much knowledge on life “What do you mean by good I didn’t even make to the area to finish the course” I say back starting to have tears decorate my face “Do you not see where you are?” “Wha” I stand with a wobble still trying to get over the amount of fear I went through.

“Hmm I may have used a little too much presence” the old man laughs, I look around and see the flag atop one the pillars, I had really made it. I start to laugh a little but quickly stop wanting questions answered “what the fuck was this presence thing?! it almost gave me a heart attack” I calmly replay back, although falling badly at being calm.

“Hold your horses that is next lesson” he says before stretching a little “presence is a little trick snipers learn to use to have the enemy make mistakes easily so the shot is easier to take” he answers to my question.

Still does not explain anything, he notices that I want more be answered so coughs a little to clear his throat “The first day I was hoping you would think more in line of how you were going to hide from a sniper instead of doing what did yesterday so I punished you by shooting every time you were not thinking how to uses certain obstacles and such to you your advantage you caught on quickly with that which baffles me and how quick you changed your mindset and plan” he sighs and stretch’s a little more before continuing “now today I was testing you on both if your tactic and mind set but also if you can overcome the fear produced by a sniper who has experience”

We both walk up the hill to grab our gear in silence as I process what he was saying. So during that whole thing it was not reach the finish line but to see how I react and adapt? Make sense but to this degree of questioning if I want to continue doing this is something else, I sigh about the thought of not becoming a sniper.

“Now, while we are on the track back” he says going oddly quite while we grab our gear “Want to tell me what you and merry were doing yesterday?” he ask’s politely, I don’t answer him only shaking my head in disgust “I’ll tell you more about presence if you give me the info” he says most likely rubbing his hands about the juice information he is going to get which is not so juice.

I sigh “We were just talking about wick and what happened there that was all” I answer bluntly “Anything else?” I ask with a tone that communicates very well that I don’t want to continue this convocation, one is because I don’t to remember the name of the prick and two how utterly forced that conversation was.

Jackson for a while is quite until we reach the fence of the base “Presence is something odd to describe even I don’t know how to describe it” I stop and turn to face him “Presence is something of an odd thing people talk about having it since birth while other have an awakening of some sort no one quite understands it” then how do you commonly use it with not understanding it? “Put it simply think of it as how you would see a person and the treat they propose to you” he finish the explanation of what he knows of such a thing and we continue on our way.

Presence is a vague thing make me wonder if it is related to the flight or fight response. So many questions and leads of where this thing called presence could go, although it is pointless maybe to think about it I want to keep my mind preoccupied with something.

But leaving you mind to think to much is a bad thing that I have come to learn from experience of doing so. As we continue I can’t help but notice figures littering the place being equipped with armour and such found in the armoury.

I guess their targets to be shot at and seeing how each is placed in positions that are awkward to be in is to also train to get used to positions of a person, while some moved periodically or at random times, that is obvious to tell what it is meant to train.

I yawn as being awake so early in the morning is not so very nice, makes me wonder what for breakfast. Will breakfast be ready for us anyhow? I sigh, I do a lot sighing I guess it is nature for me to sigh this much.

As we reach the door to the house, an explosion is heard. We both look in the direction it came from seeing a plume of black smoke rising up like a hole to hell was just unsealed. Me and mark who came running out already in his gear start to run to where the column of smoke is located.

I pull on the strap of my sniper to get it ready while mark holds his new gun a J-34 a bullpup gun that looks akin to the AUG used by a country called Australia weird name to call a place that was basically uninhabitable.

I stop roughly seven hundred meters from site of burning masses and people littering the area. Before we both rush in I scout out the area quickly to spot potentially dangerous targets, I see no one so i give a nod and we both move in to investigate.

“Get down” Jackson says over the net, we both comply and a whizz of a bullet then a loud crack is heard. We then hear the body of someone falling to the ground. We both stand and continue our way to the site seeing nothing but dead people and fire somehow.

We both see the dude Jackson shot, he was hit right in the centre of his helmet. We continue to look around before I see someone still breathing although having a small problem of bleeding going on, I make my way over to access the damage done and see a mark I am too familiar seeing.

The mark of House Vilight, there house head High Lord Nathans. Well seeing as to how many guard this person had it is going to be a funny reunion.