Kiera
Those living in the Gray Sector are not Nephilim, we are merely just humans. I've grown up knowing I'm a human and I'm perfectly fine with that. I don't want to be known as or grouped with the Known Families. Nephilim are so full of themselves just because they're "Angels". Supposedly they have certain "powers" that give them the right to rule this place. Their "powers" are said to protect the White, Black, and Blue Sectors. No one in the Gray Sector knows what these powers are because we, of course, do not possess them.
"What do you want, girl?" Spat one of the women who had long, dark hair and piercings covering her face.
When I didn't respond, she clenched her fists and growled, bearing unnaturally sharp teeth.
Time froze.
Suddenly, I got these rapid images flashing through my mind of this woman lurching in to throw a punch that would definitely knock me unconscious.
Oh my gosh did I just read her mind?
As her fist was about to strike my face, I ducked and grabbed her arm, flipping her over my back as I rolled forward in a somersault. She laid there, stunned, on the ground for what felt like ages. The crowd was absolutely silent.
First of all, I'm only around five foot three and 105 pounds. The pierced woman is about double my size and is currently staring in shock at my feet. That's when the crowd erupted in a huge uproar.
"Hey! Give my money back. She wasn't supposed to be in this fight!" Shouted one of the people who placed a bet between the two women whose fight I interrupted. That's when everyone else started to say the same thing. They all wanted their money back and it's my fault they were not going to get it.
All eyes turned towards me.
I ran out of that place faster than I've ever ran in my life.
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I bolted for the side streets encompassed in darkness. I needed to lose this crowd fast.
Normal teenage girls are not supposed to be able to take out an older opponent double their size. I don't really know what that says about me but all I do know is that whatever happened back there was not normal. I have no idea how I was able to know what Piercings was going to do before she did it. How those images got in my head is a mystery.
I hurriedly ducked down another alley with dumpsters. Throwing myself behind one of the dumpsters, I didn't have enough time to scream before a hand clamped over my mouth and everything went black.
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Declan
To most Nephilim, The Trials are everything. The Trials determine which Sector you will defend for the rest of your life. The White Sector is for the ones who come out of the Trials on top. The Black Sector is for those who come next in The Trials. Finally, the Blue Sector, because it is the smallest, is for those who are last in The Trials. Not only that, but The Trials also pinpoint those who should be the Medics, Scouts, and other various jobs. Me, I've always known I was going to be a Guardian. I was born to fight the demons. I can't sit back and watch as other Neph risk their lives for all of us. I must fight alongside them.
Usually, only a few humans from the Gray Sector come to The Trials. Not one of them has ever been admitted to any of the Sectors within the Walls. I don't understand why some humans even try to come to The Trials. Even some Nephilim aren't strong enough to make it through. They end up becoming the Medics or Scouts. The ones who do make it through the Trials become Guardians and Supporters.
Every Guardian is assigned to a Supporter. The Guardian is always male and the Supporter is always female. They are bonded to each other until death do them part. Each pair fights and defends each other. A Guardian and his Supporter have a special connection that allow them to communicate with each other telepathically. The pairs devote their lives to killing demons and protecting each other. There is no other bond stronger than the one between a Guardian and Supporter.
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Kiera
My head felt like there was a thousand pounds of pressure pushing down on me. I can't open my eyes. I won't.
"Hey, wake up human," said an unfamiliar voice.
Even if I wanted to open my eyes, I couldn't. It felt like my head was going to split any second. Two large, calloused hands gripped my upper arms and started to shake me. Yeah, like that was going to make me get up. That just made the pain even worse. Then, the hands moved up to my head and were placed on either side of my face. All of a sudden, the pain went away and a shocking cold swept over my face.
My eyes flew open as I took in my surroundings. I was still behind the dumpster, but was laying flat on my back. Something scurried past me with a squeak and I jumped to a sitting position. I glanced up at the body who the large hands belonged to.
This guy did not look much older than myself. Maybe a year or two older at most. He had short brown hair and violet eyes; eyes I have never seen before in my life. I started to open my mouth to ask who he was when he said, "What are you?"
"E-Excuse me?" I stuttered.
"Are you deaf? I just asked what the hell you are. I saw your fight with that older woman and there is no way you were supposed to be able to defeat her. Whatever your little trick was, it helped you win that fight and you know it," he repeated angrily.
"What do you mean, What am I? I've gotten in many street brawls before. I think I know how to defend myself. You're the one with the purple eyes! What are you?" I shot back.
"This isn't about me. Why are you in this sector?" he asked.
"Umm ever think it's because I was born here and lived here forever like all of the other humans?"
This guy had the nerve to growl at me after that. "Fine, whatever don't tell me. I don't really care. All I care about right now is getting back in those Sector Walls. And guess what, girl. You are going to help me."
"Back in the Sector Walls?" I replied stupidly, "Oh, no no no. I am not doing that."
"If you don't remember, I just saved your life back there. They would have found you behind this dumpster but I hid you and scared 'em all off. If it wasn't for me, you would be dead now. I think you owe me." He said quirking an eyebrow.
"I didn't even ask you for help!" I yelled at him, throwing my arms in the air. I don't know why I'm yelling right in his face to him. I mean it's pretty obvious this guy isn't human, which would make him Nephilim. He could probably kill me in a second and not even think twice about it. Sometimes, my common sense runs out the window when I'm scared.
"Hm. Okay little human. Then that just means I'll have to-"
"Fine I'll help you!" I interrupted before he could finish that threat.
"Good, then we're settled. We have two days before The Trials and I cannot miss it. You help me get to the Sector Walls and then we pretend we never met before," he said with a satisfied smirk.
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Declan
"Alright everyone. You all know that The Trials are only two days away. Continue to train as much as you can, even when you are not here. Each of you has so much potential and I can guarantee that none of you will be disappointed after The Trials. You will all be assigned the Sector that you are meant to be in and what job is meant to be yours. You have all worked and trained hard for this. I have faith each of you will perform to the best of your abilities, if not better, for The Trials. With that said, class is dismissed for today. Continue to get many hours of sleep each night. Do not worry or stress over The Trials." Kara, our Instructor, told us. She had short, red hair and glasses that made her bright green eyes seem larger than they actually are. Kara used to be a Supporter until her Guardian was killed a few years ago. Now, she decided to teach and train Nephilim for The Trials.
"Thank you Instructor Kara," Everyone said in unison.
I walked over to the armor wall where my duffle bag was laying. I crouched down and shuffled through the contents looking for my long sword. I could have sworn I packed it this morning, but guess I forgot. Oh well, it's not that far of a walk to my home. Nothing should require the use of my sword anyway.
I didn't feel like staying any later talking to anyone so I quickly slipped past the crowded locker rooms and out the huge double doors. Crap, it's chilly outside tonight. Figures I would forget a jacket. I began a brisk walk home before the cold could settle into my bones. The cobblestone streets could have easily passed for a different time period. White flags dangled from the street lamps signaling this territory as the White Sector.
In my haste to get home quickly, I didn't realize why it was so cold until it was too late. A Freezer Demon swooped down right in front of me and bared its fangs. Freezer Demons look a lot like dragons except are made completely of ice and snow. Not all demons take the form of twisted animals, most actually look like anyone else. We have trained to recognize the difference between a true Neph and a demon.
I could see myself reflecting off the ice of his body. My black hair was a mess, dried sweat plastering it to my face, and my silver eyes were glaring at the demon. One of my eyebrows was even raised. Instead of breathing fire, they breathed a frost that will literally make your entire body frozen if caught in it.
This Freezer Demon had sharp, crystal spikes running down the center of his back and all the way down its tail where it ended in a huge ball of sharp icicles. The only way to banish these demons is to melt the heart.
The demon opened its mouth and I could see the frost slowly forming in the back of his throat. This thing was easily three times my size. I needed to do something before I became an ice sculpture.
Fire licked all the way up my arm as I raised it. I brought my arm back and shot it forward. The flames slid down my arm and flew off my fingertips as a single spear of fire. I was already turning around to walk away as the spear sailed toward the target. I knew it would hit home. I never missed.
Behind me, I heard the roar of the Freezer Demon as the spear of fire tore through the demon's armor as if the ice was actually made of water. The spear thunked into the demon's heart and he slumped to the ground as his heart melted.