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the ranks of the
Sovereign's army. He endured five minutes of this agonizing
sensation until he felt his body almost float away. When he became
conscious again was when he found himself floating amongst the
field they were practicing in. It's happened, I have become
mist...again. Along with the fellow trainees, Tavis floated and
rolled amongst the field observing everything that happened. He
observed the ants moving in the grass from the bats flying in the
night sky. We have company , Tavis thought grimly.
     
    After two more grueling hours was when they were all
finally dismissed. Tavis then dragged his almost broken body back
to the barracks. His coffin was there and according to Keon he
couldn't sleep without the coffin he was buried in. Speak of the
devil , Tavis thought as he saw Keon out of the corner of his
eye. He was in one the tents having an argument with another one of
the commandeers.
    "I have brought more than enough recruits for you.
You don't need more!" Keon bellowed.
    Tavis cringed at the thought of more recruits being
brought to the camps. If he had thought his human life had been
tough it was nothing in comparison to his vampire one. Since the
day Keon had taught him to control his thirst, he had been stuck at
this training camp. Training for a war he didn't really believe
would ever really come. Although the training had helped him become
aware of and control all his vampire abilities it didn't erase all
the pain and suffering he had been forced to endure.
    Or the indignity of my enforced enslavement, Tavis thought bitterly, funny how I finally understand how our
slaves felt and why they longed for emancipation. The fact that
he sympathized with his former slaves, the architects of his
father's ruin, was enough to make Tavis want to throw himself head
first into his coffin.
    How much more of this can I endure? How much more
must I endure?
    Gritting his teeth, Tavis decided then and there that
he would fund a way out.
     
    "Rome!" The General cried, "what are you doing
here?"
    Rome chuckled as he strolled into the camps. "Surely
you can find a kinder welcome for your superior."
    The General's face twisted as if he was trying to
stop himself from scowling. He just held out his hand to shake
Rome's. Rome took it with enthusiasm.
    "If I may be so bold sir, may I inquire as what you
are you doing here?" The General tried to force his rather
uncooperative face to smile.
    "I am here to drop off the Sovereign's latest plans,"
Rome said cheerfully as he brandished a roll of parchment. "I have
also brought along my platoon. It's been years since we pitted our
soldiers against one another. I think it's high time to see how
much they have advanced or learned."
    Keon winced, he had just been arguing with the
general about adding on ranks and didn't relish the opportunity to
further the General's arguments. These "tests" as they were called
frequently caused many of the vampire trainees to die. Which
means I will have to bring in more soldiers, Keon thought
bitterly, I love the thought of being able to advance my career
but for the sake of God, this is getting boring.
    He sighed heavily as he ran his fingers through his
hair. But what can I do? If I don't stick to this assignment and
excel at it how will the Sovereign take notice of my skills? How
will I be able to advance my position? I will be stuck doing this
shit forever unless...
    Keon cast one lingering glance towards the General
who was still talking to Rome. Rome, however, didn't seem to be
paying much attention as he watched his platoon march into the
camp. Keon, however, kept staring at the General with a sinister
grin growing on his face.
     
    Jaxon looked at the area with trepidation as he
pulled the horses' rein. He hated the fact that he was in charge of
hauling some of Rome's personal possessions but he knew better than
to argue.
    He tried to keep the cart as still as he could but
since it was nighttime he couldn't see the path that clearly.
Inevitably,