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A "Romantasy"

Salayna Silveri Salt

I fall to my knees, well, at least that's what I want to when I cross the half mile , narrow bridge suspended hundreds of feet in the air, but I can't show weakness, and I'd be the only one collapsing to my knees with relief amoung the almost hundred first year Battle Guard Applicants. 

"You did it." Bailyn Brayan, a girl I'd just befriend in the entrance, pants, and I'm a bit less ashamed for my own heavy breathing. 

We just crossed a narrow foot bridge, with no railings, , and at some points less that a foot wide, along smooth stones, while over a hundred feet in the air. My brothers talked of it like it was nothing when they went through the Battle Guard schooling. They laughed at it. However, I was not my brothers. Much to my fathers dismay. 

My father is Saxon Salt....General of the entire Battle Guard in Veltynuan . Has been for pretty much all of his adult life. He was the youngest to ever earn the title, and has kept it the longest. My twin brothers Sarven and Sevlan are both twenty seven, and have long since completed their Battle Guard training, and graduated, and now each run their own stations in Folne, and Iondris...two of the states in our Country, while of course my father runs our biggest Battle Guard Station, here in Saltus, Veltynuan. 

"Maybe Daddy will give you your own state just for crossing the bridge" a first year male sneers at me. 

You'd think being the daughter of the Commanding General would be the tits, right? Yeah, fuck no. This is exactly why I didn't want to be here. Along with the fact, I didn't fucking belong here period. The Battle Guard was for the strong. Everyone around me, was tall and built like fucking machines, every guy packed with muscle and years upon years of training for this life. Probably since fucking birth. Even the girls had strong looking bodies, lean muscles and toned arms. I was a fucking waif, and looked like a fucking twig compared to these massive guys and strong girls.  Every male in the Battle Guard always cleared 6ft, it wasn't a requirement, that's just how it fucking happened. Even it's women were tall, most at least 5'9 or taller. I wasn't too short I suppose, at 5'7" , but compared to those around me, I was the shortest, among them all, and definitely the runt of the fucking applicants, which would make me an easy target. Being my fathers daughter, would make me their favorite target. At least for those like the first year male who just sneered at me. 

I see the pinkish, white smooth scar in the side of his neck, in the shape of the letter W. It's what all the people from the Wild Lands were branded with when my father and his Battle Gaurds defeated the rebels. 

In Veltynuan, our country...there are six states. Iondris, Folne and Saluts are considered the "loyal" states. While "The Wilds" hail from the states of Corvosh, Eltunan or Uresha. The smaller rebel states.  

Saltus is generally in the middle of Veltynuna. Corvosh a Wild Land is above Saluts, Iondris to it's right. Eltunan another Wild Land on it's lower right. Folne to the lower left.  Uresha the third Wild Land and smallest state is to the left of Folne, and is the only state that doesn't share it's border with Saluts. 

Corvosh, Eltunan and Uresha, which were long ago "loyal" states, had turned "Wild", rebelled against Saltus, had planned an uprising, which never came. Fathers and brothers, mothers and sisters, we're murdered. Anyone at all in those lands, guilty or not...were branded. A reminder to them, and to us of the cosnequences of not falling into line, for daring to go against the Battle Guards laws and beliefs. 

Now we are a "united" Country. What a joke. All the "loyalists" hate the "wilds" and vice versa. And both sides have plenty of good reason. Wilds attacked loyalists. Loyalists retaliated and attacked right back. Death is a hell of motivator for hate. 

But now that we're "united" , there's still no lack of war. Beyond the Drafon mountains that line the right of Saltus, and Eltunan lies the country of Pelfaseran. Where some of the wilds managed to flee to from Elutnan during the "civil" war here in Veltynuan. 

Pelfaseran is loosely shaped like a seven, hugging the Drafon Mountains. At the top left is Gramost, to it's right is Kryonstuv, then below that Lomdaust, and at the bottom of the seven is Dendras on the left, and Fraistav on the right.  Now, we're at war with them, and rumor is...that even though people here in Veltynuan develop powers once in the battle guard...so do the people of Pelfaseran.....however...the rumor is that they're creating "Creatures" ....but nobody has specifics as to exactly WHAT they are, or what they're capable of , but there's whisperings of their own army raising it's numbers, and also raising whatever the hell these "Creatures" are. 

Bailyn, my new blonde haired blue eyed friend gives the guy who made the remark the middle finger, telling him to fuck off on my behalf and he spits at her shoes, making her spit right back. I grab her arm when I see him snarl, see his eyes darken as his posture go on the defensive. 

"Come on" I pant. Still attempting to calm my nerves and fucking vomit all over myself with all the adernaline and way my stomach is still turning from watching a girl and guy that we're ahead of me on the bridge plunge to their fucking deaths by slipping off the bridge. I heard several screams, screams that faded as their bodies dropped through the air and into the mist below. It was expected...several people wouldnt even make it to the Battle Guard Towers at all. 

A crow forms inside the safety of the tower, as we filter into the stairwell, that will take us several stories down and into the great hall of the main tower.

I pull Bailyn into one of the lines, one of the directors is telling us all to form. I choose the third line, not wanting to put my shameful frame at the front for more attention. Even though several eyes up in the overlook at already picking me out. Guys and girls in black leathers, stand there, arms crossed, all looking like they're ready to fucking murder us, as if we're bugs that they can squash with their shoes. And, fuck, ..that's exactly what I am. 

My eyes scan the people for the only face I'll know, and my heart flips in my chest, and I fight back the smile on my face when I see Rylus Rainest standing off to the left in the line. I keep my eyes on him as he scans the faces of other students, his eyes pass over me, then shoot back, and his eyes widen, face paling. I can see his jaw flexing from here. I can tell by the look he's giving me , he want's to know why the fuck I'm here...at the fucking Battle Guard, instead of at the Healers or Teaching quadrants. But he already knows why I'm here. I don't have to tell him. Because of my fucking father. Because Salts are Battle Guard fighters. They're not healers...they're not history teachers. Even though they're admirable jobs, but even if his disappointment of a daughter couldnt hack it..I'd be made to fucking try. If I failed, and died? I'm sure he wouldn't lose any sleep over it. He wanted another son. Not a daughter.  could he have done me the favor and tell me that he'd planned on forcing me into Battle Guard? Yes. Did he? No. No, Saxon Salt, chose to tell me only a month ago that when it came to pick a part of The Towers to apply to...that only the Battle Guards would be accepted. I didn't argue. Because I knew there was no point. My father hated me. Because I wasn't strong, because I wasnt a fighter. Because I wasnt a male. Because I had silver hair like my mother, and silver eyes just like hers. Because  I wasn't good enough for him. Because wanting to be a healer, or a history teacher, something I'd be good at, the things I excelled at, and had studied my entire life, to be like my mother.....it was all for nothing now.