CHAPTER 1

A time before the harvest. A strong wind blew, and the fear appeared in men's eyes. The little kids kept staying at their houses which built of straws. I was looking through my room's window. It seemed to me as if the blood would beshed.

My step-mother knocked on the door roughly. I knew from her shouting that she's so angry. I had jumped quickly before she came in. I ran towards the dark forest where no insane would go.

The trees were dense intertwined. I almost got lost in their similar paths. As a young man in the age of twenty, I was benefitless to my family. All my life was over drinking wine and sleeping with any available lady I found. Although I was the most handsome man all over my small village, unfortunately they did not appreciate someone like me, so l desided to escape.

I was walking heedfully, for the forest was full of evil esprits. The tormenters souls were waiting for the next coming victim to complete their own obsession. Near by an old huge tree a murdered young man was lying in a pool of blood.

I came next to him. He had already pasted a way. I looked a round him. I found a bag not too far from him. I took the bag carefully, there was a silver circlet in side it. Beside there were a sepia hat, an old watch and some papers which had written in an alienated language that I could not understand what was it about.

I wore the sepia hat after I had buried the man with his silver circlet and the old watch. I prayed for his poor soul to find peace in heaven. I put the papers on my jacket pocket. Maybe I would find the one who killed him and let the justice took it's right turn.

I carried on walking without knowing to where to go now. Every time I went on into this forest it got darker than before. The fear began to control my thoughts.

I heard a normal voice. It was like the beating of war's drums. I hurried towards the loud sound director. I ran like me and death in a race. Out of the blue, I stepped back then I slowed down. Hundreds of alarmed men were standing. They were wearing purple color, with yellow hats. A man wearing in blue was in the middle of them. He seemed like he was their commander or leader.

"Oh, men attention," the commander said. The soldiers were quite.

" This is our day to triumph. We whom called the eyes of purple. Be ready for fighting and be sure to write with the nemesis's blood our own history. No mercy nor kindness. The revenge should be taken."

The commander said with proudness upon his face. The soldiers began to acclaim. I step back involuntary, then I turned left. I found out that there were two men behind me.

"Hello boy!" A tall soldier greeted me in a devilish smile. "What are you doing?" the other soldier asked to me

"I swear to God I heard nothing," I answered while my lips were trembling. The two soldiers looked at each others.

"Are not you the new trainer from the near village?" the tall soldier asked.

"Yes, that is right. I came from the near village, Sir," I said in very great fear.

"John! Taim! Come on! The major wants to see you. Kimsy will take care of the new trainer," a soldier in black hat said. A man in white hat walk towards us.

"Greeting, Sir Georgy."

"Nice to see you, Kimsy. Here is the new trainer. What's your name young man?" Sir Georgy asked me.

" I am Nestro Montero. My step-mother call me Nemo," I answered while I was looking at Kimsy's eyes. They were big and sharply in light red.

John and Taim left us. Kimsy was ten inches higher than me. "You know your job, Kimsy. I will let you both have a word together. The other trainers are on the north side near the river. They are all at your commands. Be sure to have the mother's eye on them, Kimsy!" Sir Georgy said in cool voice, then he moved towards the army.

"Well, Nemo!

Follow me from here, little one," Kimsy said while he pointed to the north.

I was following him for a long time. We had already been close to a group of guys whom were sitting by the river.

"Stand up, young ones!

This is Nemo, he is a newbie trainer here," Kimsy said in a loud voice. A sweet lady in brown short dress came closer. She was about to eighteen, her black straight hair, and the light brown color of her eyes they were as I am looking to a fantasy image.

"Hey! Little rat, is is me Samenda. Do not stand on my way. You cowboy!" Samenda said harshly to me.

"Hi brother! I am Jemian, Semands! Could you mind your on business, you whore!"

Jemian shouted .

"What did you call me just right now?

You want to fight with me, huh?

I will bury you alive!"

Samenda shouted.

"Calm down you two both. I'm sorry, Nemo. They are always like that. By the way, I am Ronal. The leader of this group, and that is our master, Sir Kimsy. We are the black zone team," Ronal said.

"Okay, guys. Our mission will start tomorrow. Ronal him the rules. Jemian show him how we use to work here. And you Samenda, tell him about the plan," Sir Kimsy commanded.

"As your command, Sir," they all said at the same time.

"Killing women and children is prevented. No wine nor relationships are allowed. One for all and all for one. Those are our team's rules," Ronal said.as he was staring at me.