“Training with me. Now.” That was the only thing that the guild’s leader said as he walked by a sparring Skull and Pandora. They instantly stood straighter, shoulders locking into place as they stood in a respectful manner. After he said so, they followed immediately.
Pandora and Skull were lead to a room off of the leader’s main office.
“As you know, you are both not in the guild officially.” he paused to look between the two, “ As tradition, you must show to me that you are worthy of taking place in our establishment. You are the youngest trainees to be considered here ever. I am taking a huge gamble for even allowing you two to apply. Start.” All the things he said were ultimately true, that undoubtedly. They were both 13, breaking the rules of applying at the earliest age of sixteen, the legal age in the land.
Pandora’s baggy pants and hair cut short made her seem masculine in an unusual way. Things would have to stay unusual though, seeing as only males could enter the guild, and there was no way in hell Pandora was going to leave Skull. Her pale hands were held in light brown leather gloves that would have seemed expensive if she had not cut the tops of the fingers off, for easier movements,and not used them so frequently that blood had dried on them.
Skull stood across from her, his hair cut shorter than he usually had it, but this was more for convenience than a rogue. He too had baggy pants on along with a fluorescent orange shirt that clashed terribly with his light brown eyes and skin that was hardly a shade darker than Pandora’s. The shirt would have fit a normal boy Skull’s age, and Skull too, if he was anything more than skin and bones. The only real difference between the two was that Skull’s feet weren't bound with bandage, compared to Pandora whom had taken to the method to protect herself
They started to fight, knowing just where to hit another for the most amount of pain. They knew this would happen soon, they had asked around with the older guild members. Skull had no problem hitting Pandora, knowing she could take ten times the pain he could. Suddenly the leader began to chuckle, stopping Pandora short to land a hard punch to Skull’s stomach. They both stood up straight and looked at their potential leader curiously, or at least Skull did, Pandora wore her usual mask of indifference. Skull’s hair turned a curious shade of lavender, and he tried his best to get it to change into its normal neutral white color.
“You silly children, I meant you shall spar with me.” He looked at them smiling, a true smile that reached his eyes. They both knew that he usually had two trainees fight until one was unconscious, or one had admitted defeat. He patted both of their heads, and got into a fighting stance. Pandora, not hesitating, kicked at him fearlessly. Her foot was aimed at his ribs, but with barely any movement, he caught her foot, but she retaliated with a swift kick to the head with her other limb. He seemed shocked by this, and even more shocked by her even more outstanding landing, that was graceful and made her look sure of her movements and one step ahead of her opponent. Skull, having fought with Pandora several times, wasn’t shocked by this and laughed at his leader’s shocked expression.
“I should let you children know that magic is not allowed in this fight. I will have you demonstrate your abilities when I call fight over.” He held his face tenderly, but his eyes held a bemused expression that was kind and happy. Pandora turned to Skull and tapped his arm, along with several moves of her hands and stomping with certain positions of her feet. He nodded. He is fast. Attack that. Act like you are fighting me.
She turned toward the man before her and met his eyes with no emotion beyond her own. Her eyes darted quickly about him, fileing him down. He is quick, like I guessed. Predominate in his right hand. His hair will get in his eyes, so try to tousle it. He is puzzled by the way Skull and I talked. That was expected. But he has more to be surprised about. She smirked. This was going to be fun.
-two hours later-
Skull and their leader, Arrow as they came to find out, where out of breath and leaning up against the wall made out of dark willow planks. Pandora too leaned against the wall as well, but she wasn't out of breath, knowing when and where to distribute her careful intakes of air. She had tried to explain this to Skull, but couldn't seeing as he didn't have the royal education she had poured a great deal of her life into, he couldn't entirely grasp the technique.
“Fight over. How do you do that? How are you not out of breath and you not out of stamina?” He looked between the too with amazement in his eyes.
“You're not going to understand how,” Skull coughed awkwardly, “he does much of anything if you haven't read the royal library three times over.” Skull wasn't breathing heavy anymore, but instead doing complicated stretches. Arrow stuttered helplessly, not understanding at all what was conspiring. “He was a servant for the royal family. Him and the princess had something going’ on I think.” Pandora glared at him angrily
“Wow.” Arrow laughed. “Well let me say you two were the best opponents I've had in a long time, if not ever. Do you mind showing me what you can do magically?” He stood before them expectantly.
“I'm a healer.” Skull pulled out a knife he always kept with him from under his pant leg. He cut a huge gash on his palm, put the knife away, seemingly in no hurry, and let his left hand ghost over the wound on his right. Green tendrils of magic flowed out of his fingertips and covered his hand. As soon as the magic touched his hand, his flesh began to seal back together, and the blood disappeared. The sight was both gruesome and beautiful. “See?” Skull held up his hand proudly, the skin there flawless, like the wound was a figment of Arrow’s imagination. He inhaled the minty air with pleasure.
Pandora held her hand up, face void of motion. “And he can control anything dead, pulling it up from the underworld, or if the spirit of the body hasn't moved from here, she doesn't need to summon it.” Pandora swept down, and brought her hand up, clutching it near her chest. A dead Life type soldier stood before them, or at least they seemed like a Life person. Their body began to take shape, due to the purple magic that formed it. It was female, with shoulder length bright red hair. She had an eyepatch with a vibrant crimson rose sewn into it. She had a black cape with a simple light pink shirt underneath with the sleeves torn off, topped off with a sword perched on her hip.
“Heya Lizzie.” Skull was smirking, a dark purple color of pride taking over his locks of hair.
“Ooh who's this?” She pointed at Arrow curiously, yet very mischievously. She tried to move her legs, but they seemed glued to the spot. She turned and pouted at Pandora, crossing her arms like a small child, and jutted out her bottom lip. Pandora’s hand was still clenched by her chest, but she started to shift her hand, unclenching it, making Lizzie dance intricately, moves graceful and delicate. She danced around the room, and when she neared her master again she fell into a hole of purple crackling magic, disappearing.
“Wow. You two are somethin’ else.” Arrow nodded approvingly, obviously impressed. “Welcome to the guild. You are dismissed.” Pandora and Skull began to gather their things that they had abandoned on the floor during the fight, like Skull’s hideous shirt, and began to leave the small room, but they were cut short. “But one question before you leave.” They looked back towards their new official leader. “Can he talk?”
“Told you he was gonna ask!” Skull stuck his tongue out at Pandora. “Yeah, he can but I do most of the talking.” Skull laughed merrily.
“And what was that thing you guys did before the fight?” Arrow was curiously staring at Pandora, thoughts flickering through his head.
“That is a communication method we developed. Only him and I know it.”
“That's very clever.” Arrow looked to Pandora. “You're dismissed now.” They pushed through the doors that led out through the back of the building. The building was enchanted to look like a normal house, but inside was in fact a huge construct made out of entirely cement. Pandora punched Skull’s arm as they rounded the back.
“Lies!” Pandora shrieked, finally using her voice. Skull rubbed his arm and laughed. They both headed towards their ramshackled house.They had officially had a career, a dangerous one at that, but one nonetheless.
I just wanted to make that quick little story to try out quiet, calculating Pandora. Tell me what you think.