“Caedrel Stuart!” One of the war generals shouted with a strict and loud tone.
My past self walked a single step forward as he made a war salute, just like all soldiers who had done so before me.
I could vividly remember what had happened on that day. This was the following to the one where my parents had died on the battlefield, leaving me completely alone. That day truly marked the beginning of hell.
This day caused me to change forever because of all the atrocities that followed it.
“All those that I have named, please come with me!” The general shouted once more before turning around, not once looking back to see if the one called had listened to him.
My past self and the others walked through the training camp with much difficulty as there was blood everywhere, limbs detached from bodies…things that no fifteen-year-old boy should see at such an age. It was bound to traumatize them. However, that wasn’t the most disgusting thing that I had faced at that age; actually, it was far from it.
As my past self walked into the general’s tent, he straightened his back, not even daring to look the general in the eyes. The others also did the same thing.
“You five individuals have been chosen to take part in a Super Soldier Training Camp.”
Super Soldier Training Camp…was hell on Earth. I didn’t have nightmares about it anymore. But it was truly hell. There was nothing super about it, especially because of what they did to us when we least expected it.
I hoped that I wouldn’t have to relive this memory of when that training camp ended because having images flashing in my mind at the moment was more than enough for me to feel my chest hurt.
“This training camp will take place in the biggest Military Base of the Nation. The five individuals with the most talent have been chosen to go there in all the military bases of the nation.”
I laughed at those words because of how obvious of a lie they were. At the time, I hadn’t realized it because I was a child who was naive, without any experience of the real world. However, the general had just lied to the five of us without any hesitation.
The requirement for those chosen for the Super Soldier Training Camp wasn’t talent. It was to be an orphan or someone who no longer had any family. That was the only reason I had been chosen.
However, I had to say that if I hadn’t gone through it, then there would have been no way for me to become even as powerful as today. This was one of the main reasons why I had become so powerful, even if I regretted taking part in that training camp even right as we spoke.
That general who had told us those lies was already dead by my hands…but even as I saw that scene, I could feel rage within myself bubbling up just by seeing his face. I wanted to kill him again. I wanted to torture him until he would no longer breathe.
However, when I felt those emotions surging in my mind, I knew that I needed to calm down. That was the reason why I was here in the first place, after all. I needed to accept what had happened in my past and change my way of thinking. I couldn’t keep thinking in such a way, or else I would have come here for no reason whatsoever.
That’s why I took a few deep breaths, trying my best to calm myself. What truly changed this time around was quite simple, actually. I was just as mad as before, but I simply didn’t show it on my face.
I believed that was what Zale wanted to master. To hide my emotions and what I truly thought.
Nevertheless, the general’s voice brought me out of my thoughts as he got my attention once again.
“You will all depart for that military base tonight, so go and prepare yourselves!” He declared, and right as he said that my past self and the others all turned around and ran to get our stuff as fast as possible.
After all, the sun was already going down, and the time we had to get ready was extremely limited.
And then, as I reached the tent where all my stuff was inside, my sight once again became blurry.
It was time for another memory of mine.
When I regained my sight, my past self was at the Super Soldier Training Camp. It seemed to have been a few days since I had arrived as I was lying on my bed, completely out of breath, unable to move a single muscle.
However, as much as I tried to think, I could not recall this situation. I had no idea why the Memory Mirage was showing me something like this.
But then, when I saw who entered my room, I instantly understood what was happening.
Jack, my only friend in the whole world, my best friend at this stupid training camp.
“Hey, Caedrel, did you perform well in the tests today?”
My past self shook his head. “Below average like always, what about you?”
He smiled proudly. I knew that smile very well as I had seen it many times in my mind.
“I got the best test results out of everyone within training camp!”
That man, Jack, was the most talented person I had ever seen in my life. He was more talented than me to such a large degree it was not even funny. His talent could probably rival those of Gods. I’m not even kidding; he was the best at everything he would try to do; it was absolutely crazy.
However, it was a pity that this right there was my very last conversation with him and that the next time I would see him…he would be dead, killed by someone else within the camp.
I hope that learning about parts of the past of Caedrel is interesting.
