Genesis : Knights of Salvation Series

Later that night, we finally trudge in from the darkening afternoon sky, while I was heading up to get some rest with Clare scribbling on behind me we hear Enyo call to all of us. “Before everyone heads to bed, we have some important busy to handle first.” He says, his hands falling into his pocket. His hair is like always pushed to the side casually. The rest of the team groans out exhausted from their long day.

“Can we do it tomorrow? I’m tired from kicking Harrison’s butt.” Talon gloats. With a tired smile. I couldn’t help but find it odd that they were all so tired, they practice every day for being sent out on a mission at any time. “Your acting like you haven’t spent a day in your life exercising, get your panties out of their knot and get over it.” Enyo’s order’s suddenly more authority than I’ve heard before in his tone.

“Yeah we practice but we don’t practice like that every day!“ Harrison complains his hand rubbing down his face.

“Okay, guys get over it. I’m pumped to see them!” Foxglove jumps a new vigor in her step as she crosses the room to the right side where a large locked door sits.

The rest of the group drags along behind her as Enyo steps in front of the door pulling out a small keychain. The chain jingles with a dozen keys as he unlocks the door. The door swings open as the team shuffles in, me and Clare still standing on the steps. Enyo stays back looking at the two of us, “You two, should join as well. You’ll need weapons too.” He says heading into the room. I glance over at Clare who I’m surprised to see has an odd glamour in her eyes.

“I would like a weapon.” She simply says trotting off to the room. I take in a large breath and follow suit.

I walk into the room and stop dead in my tracks. From floor to ceiling hundreds of weapons sit on the wall. Every inch of the wall is covered with small guns, large guns, small daggers, and large swords. Even some tools and weapons I’ve never heard of before or even seen. In the middle of the room sits a medium-sized wooden table completely empty. Enyo stands to the right side of the table the rest of the group looking about lazily and then looking back at Enyo.

“Like usual, The power’s that dictate what level of weapons we are allowed on each mission. But with the higher threat level than usual with this mission,” Enyo says glancing over at us slightly. “We have word all the way from the top that, we will be given any and all resources required.” He says leaning against the wall, his arms folding on his chest. “So, you have free reign of every weapon you see here, and depending on your need’s alterations.” That suddenly gets us side glances from the rest of the team. I know exactly why, who would have this much power to talk the military into such a risky mission with a very small percentage of success.

I quirk a slight smile at that thought, I guess someone could say I could pull a good amount of strings, just with my last name. Stone, the same last name as one of the highest status and wealthiest families within the walls. The same name as the general over the Knight Division, and the same name as the president of the Phoenix Walls. So I guess, you could say; I do have a significant amount of power.

“Alright look through here, find what you want.” Enyo finishes and the team begins looking about. I honestly couldn’t place or name any of these weapons. Clare moves farther into the room admiring each weapon, while I stand in the doorway with my thumb gently passing over my wrist. It’s become somewhat of a habit for me.

“Any catch your eye?” Harrison says walking over to me. A small smile kisses my face as I give him an easy shrug. “I don’t know much about weapons, never really needed any.” It’s the truth. I lived in a large house in a completely safe neighborhood. When my father was placed into office, he wanted to put a patrol guard on me but by then.... well I was barely outside anyway. No reason to guard someone who doesn’t leave the house.

“Come on I’ll show you some.” He says pulling my forearm gently.

For a few minutes, he offers up gun after gun explaining a lot of gibberish I had no idea about. Each one just felt odd and uncomfortable in my hands, I was beginning to give up when Harrison look’s over at me with a sudden glint in his eyes. He grabs my hand pulling me towards the left wall, the wall seemed to glitter with the hundreds of shining knives on wall.

“Your definitely a sharp knife kinda girl.” he teases with a big smile.

So many knives and truthfully none of them catch my eye, that is until my eyes travel much farther down when they land on a weapon I did have some experience with. I walk down the wall my hand falling on a slick silver titanium bow. When I was a child, my uncle stone, the general taught me how to shoot a bow. It’s the only weapon my father was willing to budge on, saying, and I quote, ‘The bow at least holds some semblance of regality.’

“Awe, a weapon from the old lands. They called it ‘Compact Bow,’ most used it for hunting. This one here..” He starts lifting it off the posts and holding it to the wall. He stretches out his arm as if he were shooting and continues.

“This bow is a custom-made hybrid of a recurve bow and compact bow.” He says handing it to me. When my hands curl around the grip of the bow a small shiver shoot’s through my body. I had expected the bow to be heavier by the dark metal shine the curve of the bow has. Yet the bow itself is light enough to almost forget how powerful a shot by an hour this can give. The sleek bows end curls elegantly like a compact bow with two bowstrings spending down. My fingers pull back the strings and when I release them it’s like music to my ears.

Just holding the bow reminds me of the nights with my uncle out at his shooting range. My uncle sat back laughing at the arrows falling out of my little child’s hands. The bow had a small spindle to allow me to take in the bow sighting.

“It’s very light?′ I ask looking at Harrison, he nods understanding my question. “It’s an old design with a flare, they used a titanium variant to make it as light as possible.” He says. That’s when I realized what I wanted with my weapon, “I want this one.” I say turning to Harrison. He gives me a happy smile.

“Good, choice.” after that I found Clare as she’s tracing her fingers down a large shiny sword.

“Going with a sword Clare?” I ask her.

She glances over her shoulder at me, and I’m a little freaked out by the way she looked far too happy to have that weapon in her hands. ” It’s not just a sword my dear Aspen, It’s a classic samurai sword from the old lands. I once read a story about how they were ancient warriors with stealth like a shadow.” And I definitely feel uncomfortable with her having a weapon now, they seemed to make her creepy. I pull her aside and share my idea with her for my weapon, all Clare did is nod but when I finished she gave me a smile and walked off jotting down a note.

Clare tear’s a page from her journal scrolling it up and tying it securely. Without a word she head’s out the front door, she’s going to send word by a bird to the general. I know I could just request the alterations from the team but I just felt so much more comfortable asking the general rather than explaining to the team why I knew so much about the recurve bow. I watch the door waiting for Clare when suddenly I hear my name called from behind me. I turn to see Harrison placing a large gun back onto the wall and making his way toward me.