Rhysio pulled his pack up higher on his shoulders, sending angry glares to those around him who gave him curious looks. It was none of their business why he was here at the Sanctum. He was a citizen of the Confederacy. Lost his father because of them. He was still alive, but he had been away in Confederacy business.
He puffed out his chest and narrowed his eyes before striding up through the door, striding confidently. Terror choked him though, and mistrust kept him looking about everywhere, watching everyone. What sort of fool was he? How could he enlist? He was barely an adult. Barely would,work, hopefully. Of course if would. He would make it work.
His footsteps echoed as he entered the room, and he kept up an angry flare as walked towards the center. What use would he be to them? He was worthless and couldn't do anything right. Less important than the dead. He would show them though. He would show all of them.
He stopped in front of the desk and squeezed his eyes shut, focusing on a glass. He strained out with his mind, sweat beginning to drop down from his forehead, and made it rise. A few inches, but it rose. He let it drop down.
"I am here to join the Knights Obsidian." He spoke loudly, as if in challenge, and swiveled to see if anyone would challenge him.
How histidine quivered though, and his knees wobbled. He'd get a beating for something like this back home though. What would be the reasons? Arrogance. Foolishness. Recklessness. The usual.
Things would,be different here though.
He puffed out his chest and narrowed his eyes before striding up through the door, striding confidently. Terror choked him though, and mistrust kept him looking about everywhere, watching everyone. What sort of fool was he? How could he enlist? He was barely an adult. Barely would,work, hopefully. Of course if would. He would make it work.
His footsteps echoed as he entered the room, and he kept up an angry flare as walked towards the center. What use would he be to them? He was worthless and couldn't do anything right. Less important than the dead. He would show them though. He would show all of them.
He stopped in front of the desk and squeezed his eyes shut, focusing on a glass. He strained out with his mind, sweat beginning to drop down from his forehead, and made it rise. A few inches, but it rose. He let it drop down.
"I am here to join the Knights Obsidian." He spoke loudly, as if in challenge, and swiveled to see if anyone would challenge him.
How histidine quivered though, and his knees wobbled. He'd get a beating for something like this back home though. What would be the reasons? Arrogance. Foolishness. Recklessness. The usual.
Things would,be different here though.
