CHAPTER TWO/ THE VENGEFUL NEWBIE

4 YEARS LATER

As the sun shined on Tensura Town, all Border Patrol Knights present were called to the Council MeetBrig. Inside, the Captain Border Patrol Officer stood tall at his desk.

He was known as Master Dargruel. Wearing a birch wood wolf mask and a white furry cloak. A wooden sword on his waist as he sat at his desk.

Standing in the surrounding wood bleachers, we're all present Border Patrol Knights.

There was Levy Losworth. A 18 year old girl with long red curly hair and red rose eyes. Wearing silver and dark brown armor as her white cape flowed. Her skin pale white as she washed her long sword with a cloth. Keeping to herself completely, glancing up every now and then.

Lying down on the floor, was Charles Qiling. Charles being a 19 year old brown skinned Latin boy. Having dark blue messy hair in a taper cut. With a white cloak on and his dark brown armor on as well. Holding a white and rusty arrowblade he called his, "Sagitta Blade."

His light blue eyes glowing in an otherworldly way. Charles being just as, if not more quiet than Levy.

And lastly, sitting in her small chair, was Marryworth. The youngest Border Patrol Knight, standing at 13 years of age and being only 5'2 feet tall.

She had a blonde ponytail, brown eyes, and a brown fur coat. Her white armor leggings covered in mud. She talked to herself in a hushed tone as she drew in a red sketch book.

Suddenly, the double doors bursted open, a strong wind blowing in. Marryworth dropping her sketchbook, while Levy and Charles looked up.

None other than the monster himself, Darius Darlock, walking in. Now having long spiky blonde hair, but with brown strands. His brown eyes still flat, and wearing black spiky armor. A iron axe right on his back as his dark brown fur cape flowed. Standing at 6'7 feet tall.

His same insane grin on his face. "Eheheh, heard there was a meeting of some sorts going on." He said in his ruff, strong, and sadistic voice.

Levy quickly pushed her head down, making sure to avoid eye contact with him. "You're late, Darius, I sent that message out a few hours ago. I expect you to be on time." Master Dargruel stated as he sat down.

Darius shrugged with a smile as he sat down on one of the bleachers. "Now then, I've gathered you all here to introduce our latest Border Patrol Knight."

Levy perked up as she raised an eyebrow. She was surprised anyone was still willing to become one of them, considering how horrific the job could get.

Master Dargruel continued, "Allow me to welcome our newest Border Patrol Knight.....Jerry Windfield." Right as he uttered those words, the back door opened.

Jerry walking right out, now 18 years old. Standing at 5'11 feet, with long spiky messy blonde hair. A black eyepatch over his left eye, while his right light blue eye glowed with suppressed hatred and anger.

Wearing dark brown armor and a black cloak, his white fur cape billowing behind him. His black boots stained with fresh blood. A silver blade on his waist. A deep frown on his face.

Levy instantly gasped, while Marryworth quickly scooted under the bleachers. Darius grinning at impossible lengths, practically drooling.

Darius instantly dropped down, landing hard right infront of Jerry. Darius towering over him like a giant, "WELL WELL WELL!! IF IT ISN'T MY FAVORITE PERSON IN THE ENTIRE DAMN TOWN!! ITS BEEN A WHOLE TWO YEARS, WINDFIELD, AND A WHAT GROWTH YOU'VE WENT THROUGH!!"

Jerry stayed silent, but his fists were visibly shaking, as if he was holding back the desire to kill Darius right there and then.

"That's enough, Darius. Don't scare our newbie away already." Master Dargruel said as he stood up from his chair. Darius took one last look at Jerry before walking away, waving before he left the house.

Jerry not blinking for a second, his eye darting all over Darius with pure killer instinct.

Hours later, Jerry walked through the 3rd Border Gate. Sighing as he walked through the grassy field, looking down at the looming dark forest at the bottom.

"HEY, WINDFIELD!!" Jerry instantly turned, seeing none other than Darius, grinning wildly as he road on a strong brown horse, holding his iron axe in hand.

Darius instantly swung, a gust of wind bursting from the sheer force! Jerry sliding down to avoid the sharp blow, only to be snatched up by the leg!

Darius road around the Border Walls. Jerry grunting with pain as he tried to stab the horse with his pocket knife, only for it to bounce off the horse's tough armor.

Border Patrol Officers immediately stumbling around as Darius zoomed past them with hard speed. Jerry grunting as he hung off, only for his head to get knocked right into a mound of bricks!

Jerry coughing blood as his eyes rolled back, struggling to stay conscious. He then quickly pulled out his silver blade as he sliced the horses legs right off! A spectacle of blood that shined in the sun, popping out.

Darius instantly fell off his horse, crashing right into dozens of crates and tents, grass flurrying off in a heap! Darius grinning as he chuckled, wiping the blood right off his nose.

He then pulled up his iron axe as he stood up, Jerry spinning up in the air as he held his blade tightly with intense hatred in his eye!

Darius quickly dodging the swing of the sharp edge as he threw his axe right at Jerry, who quickly ducked down to the floor, flipping back up as he sprinted at Darius.

With a feeling of bloodlust, Darius instantly weaved out the way of Jerry's killing slice, rushing right towards his axe as he grabbed it and quickly turned to block the incoming slash from Jerry!

A wild growl coming from Jerry as he pushed back, sliding through the grass behind Darius as he threw a spare pocket knife, it finding itself right in Darius leg as he kneeled!

Not taking a single pause of breath nor hesitation, he sliced Darius's right hand off before jumping up and slicing his eye! Darius laughing loudly at the pain as he bursted up, blood streaming like a river out his eye!

He then swung his fist right at Jerry's gut, the pressure building up in full effect, while Jerry aimed his blade right at Darius's neck, hoping the slit his throat within seconds. One wrong move, and one of them would end up dead.