Knight in the Dark

Chapter 1

Destiny was a funny yet cruel thing. Many people have great destinies but in the beginning they were nothing. Those that start off high still have their destinies to either reject their position or accept their position and become better than those before or worst. 

Destiny ruled our lives yet we ignore the fact that our future is already written by destiny and we claim that we shall change our destiny. Nobody could change destiny, and I learned that the hard way.

"Bell can you stay with the pregnant women as we train?"

"I had knowledge that all adolescents were suppose to be training starting when the turn thirteen?"

"Indeed that is true, why do you question it?"

"I'm thirteen. I thought I was going to train with you guys"

"Um sorry Bell but your kinda small not to mention fragile. We would hate to accidentally hurt you during training. Plus training is no fun anyway count yourself lucky"

"But what if the pack was attacked I would need basic training"

"No you won't they would protect you so don't worry"

"The women with children would protect me you say?"

"Yes Bell, have no fears. You will be protected. They have basic training to keep enemies away"

"I see, however who will protect them?"

"We will. As you see that is the reason of training to protect those weaker than oneself"

"Will I not need training?"

"Bell, I believe that you may answer that question yourself. Now I must be going, those who are late must run extra. I will see you later Bell"

I glanced as a boy my age went off to train yet here I was almost the same age as he and I cannot. That was the thought that killed me the most.

It was the fact that everybody knew I was weak and yet instead of giving me training they basically implied that I was not worth giving training, therefore I will just be protect. I am not a flower, I will not wither if giver too much sun or rain. I am a boy. No I was a boy.

That was what made me grow up. Those thought made me realize how pampered yet hated I was ever since I was younger. 

My parents have been unknown to me as many of the adolescents here. As foreign as it may sound, not knowing the woman who gave birth to you and the man who helped was common in this day and age. 

However despite that I was favored. As a child I was seen as adorable and cute. I was a little boy who looked more lovable in girls attire than any other girl.  

As I grew up I was still seen that way, even by our leader. He always saw me as a daughter he never had. He rather see me as a female due to my lack of male spirit. He would threaten me and tell me that I was a female. Eventually I was forced to wear only a dress when he was to be in our presence. If I disobeyed I would go days without food.

The only thing that pleased me was that out leader did not live with us. Also, he never came unless he had important news. Which was a rare thing. 

The only important news would be another pack visiting which usually never happened due to our small pack size and due to the fact that we were much farther than all the other packs.

Now as I grew up more I began to grow out of my feminine stage. The leader no longer required me to make a fool of myself by dressing as a female. That made me grateful. 

Though I never truly was acknowledge. I was always known as a weak runt. I was always known for my childish ways and my white hair that made me stand out. I was known for nothing but my looks. Few who got to know me began to distant themselves from me due to the threats that I came with.

I was a f*******n fruit. I was seen but not able to be touched. I was alive and ripe but not able to be picked. It was an unspoken rule to never speak to me. To never associate with me and if you did these things you better not be caught.

The only thing that kept my sanity was cooking. When I was banished from all places I found a safe haven in the kitchen with the women. They had no unspoken rule to cast me away. Instead the welcomed me. They gave me advice and allowed e to join them

However it was never truly the same.

I never got to be like all the other children my age and play outside with their friends. I never got to do that because once I asked to join they immediately stopped playing and left me. I was alone yet I never was. 

However when I heard that I was not allowed to train that made me snap. I never felt such anger and I never had such anger. The first moment he said it I felt sorrow. However afterwards I only had anger. It consumed me and I allowed it to.

I embraced the anger along with the rage and the pain I felt. I wanted them all to feel my wrath. I wanted them all to suffer as I did. To feel the loneliness that I felt to feel the betrayal when the person you though was your friend leaves you. The hurt of being mistaken for a female. The shame of having to dress as a female majority of you life. I wanted them all dead.

Though my anger was enough to kill all those who came near in my mind, I suddenly calmed down when I realized I had no training whatsoever. 

That was the beginning of my training. I trained secretly and never once asked anybody again for anything. When I was hurt I trained. When I was angry I trained. When I was sad, happy, frustrated, annoyed, confused,ignorant and any other emotion I trained. 

I trained not only my body but my intelligence. I used my height as an advantage and my body as a weapon. I sharpened my skills and used all nature's surroundings to help me.

When I needed a weapon I went into town and asked a local blacksmith for help. He was always sweet to me. He was like a father to me. Never charged me, but made me promise that I would come again. He also helped train me with certain weapons so I did not accidentally hurt myself.

During those days, to avoid suspicion I trained at late night when all was in bed until early morning before any would rise. During the evening I would always take naps and blame my weak body.

I began to be know as the weak runt more frequently due to these excuses, but no matter what they called me I never got discouraged. I continued to train and eventually it paid off.

I never gained a muscle filled body, but I did however gain more speed and endurance than I had. Also I mastered the art of several weapons. 

Nobody saw me of any use and nobody noticed, but I knew when the time came I would be able to take down anybody and everybody I wanted. If only I waited a little longer