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This is amazing! how do you find the time to write THAT much?! I love the direction the story is taking and look forward to the next chapter!

[Night Ember]

I bowed to them, and they said Get up! You have not passed the final three gateways A tiger jumped out at me, and on the ground appeared a dull knife, a wedge of meat, and Tiger Mask that they use in India to tame Tigers. I picked up the knife and stabbed the tiger until it died. All of the items disappeared, but a random stranger with a wounded side stumbled up to me with a bloody hand. He said "Please stranger, help me! I will die!" In front of me lay a knife, healing herbs, and a walking stick. I looked at the old man, and picked up the knife again. This was a test of ferocity and strength. I slit the man's neck. I looked back at the stones, but everywhere, the ground split up in flames. Lava was pouring, and fire came out of every slit in the ground. I started panicking, unsure of what to do. I got down on my knees, and I hung my head, waiting for death somewhat calmly. When I opened my eyes, the fire was gone, and the stones were in front of me again, all of the wolves looking pleased. Their voices said Welcome, young apprentice
I awoke to a loud roar in the distance. I got up and walked into the clearing. I noticed that Ripjaw was at my side, and that on my arm I had a brand. The brand looked like a black, inky dragon, with the head of a wolf, and the stature of a human. It had wings, a reptilian tail, scaly arms, but yet it's legs were those of a wolf, as well as a wolf's head. It wore armor, like a human, and it stood like a human. This was the symbol of Rage.
One of the Dragon Hunters walked up to me and he drew his sword. He said "Greetings, I am Casted Stone, or Cast. I am here to teach you the ways of the blade." I nodded and he swung his sword a few times at me, which I easily parried. He said again "I see you are more than a novice at this. But can you be worthy of my training?" He swung his sword at my arm, but before it hit, he turned it and the sword smashed into my leg. I didn't show any signs of pain or remorse, I just used that to my advantage and jabbed my sword in his gut. I felt his rib break as Ripjaw went through him. I withdrew my sword, but he showed no pain, like I. We are both worthy of Rage, but I'm Rage's apprentice... My mind went back to thought as I felt a sharp sting in my arm. "Pay attention!" Cast said. I drew back my thoughts and we had a duel over campfire. I swung, he parried most of the time, he swung, I parried most of the time. I used a Jaguar Slash and caught him off guard by pivoting around, and jabbing my sword behind me. Cast lost his balance, and I stood over him, my sword at his neck. A Dragon Hunter walked up to us, who said that his name was Jabbing Rock, or Jab. Jab stood over Cast and said "Dead. I expected better of you, Cast. Rage won't be happy with you for losing to an apprentice." Rage's voice filled our heads Kill him! Show me how brave you are and murder the defeated! I looked back at Cast, whose blood must've ran cold. Cast shouted "I'm sorry, Rage, I'll do better, but not this! You never told me of this!" I tell you what you need to know. You had your first chance and you blew it! I'm replacing you, Casted Stone. Join the Furies in the Shadow Realm where you belong, you piece of scum! You failed the tests, so now you pay! Enough speaking, kill him, Ember! I raised my blade very high, and a shriek came out of Cast as I plunged it in his heart. Power and Anger surged through me like fire, and now I knew how enjoyable revenge was. Burn-Burning Flame-walked up to me, and he said "You will learn from me tomorrow. I expect your best, Ember, but first, you need a name." I was confused "A name?" He replied "You're one of us now, not the Vampyres. You need a name like us. Rage chooses tonight in the smoke."
At nightfall, the whole tribe gathered around the fire as I stood before it. Smoke plumed up into the clouds. The moon was full, and the fire was broad. All we had to do was wait. Rage's voice entered our minds Give the fire blood of the worthy I held out my wrist to a Dragon Hunter with a sacred dagger. He cut a sliver on my left wrist, and watched the blood fall into the flame with a hiss. Chant the name-ritual and build the fire high As young Dragon Hunters gathered dry wood, The chieftain was saying to the heavens "Rage take this young soul and morph her into one of your own. Make this child your child, make her life into your life, and forever she shall serve you. Her soul and our souls are yours." The last line chilled me, Her soul and our souls are yours what was I getting myself into. When the fire was high, the Dragon Hunters held my injured wrist over the flame, and I saw it morph from a straight line, to a few black lines in the shape of a Cheetah. Rage whispered these two words in our heads Fearless Cheetah and the tribe said "Fearless Cheetah" but they said it like it was a deadly omen. They all glanced at me like a mouse watching a hawk. I asked "What's so bad about 'Fearless Cheetah'"? The chieftain said "The only one who got Cheetah last was Envy, Rage's sister. She turned against Rage and killed them. Now when we die, we serve his army against hers." I said "I serve Rage, and only Rage. Do not doubt me."

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[The Last flower]

you write very nicely btw.

[Night Ember]

Thanks, working on part 5

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Days went on, training and fighting, killing and hunting, until one morning, I was dueling well-adept trainer, when he crumpled to the ground, defeated. I had killed him just by training. At first, I was sorrowful, but then I had scoffed He should've been quicker. I sheathed my sword, and the chieftain looked at me, wide-eyed. He said "That was our best duelist, how did you kill him so quickly!?" I looked at him with a hardened gaze and he understood. I was so close to leadership within the Dragon Hunters. I could trap, hunt, and kill a dragon quicker than most of the best Dragon Hunters. Ever since the naming ceremony, I had outfitted myself with new armor, new clothing, new equipment, but not a new sword. They had told me that Rage would replace my sword when it was time. Time. In time, I would kill all of the Vampyres, and soon, I would be the best servant to Rage, maybe I would kill Rage. I would lead the Council. I would be the leader of everything. But then I swept away that thought. If Rage caught me thinking things like that, I would be dead.
A young boy walked up to me, a sword in his hand, and his head cleanly shaved of all hair. He looked at me with bright blue eyes and his face was rounded and soft, like a tomato. He was probably about the age of 8, with a height of about 4 feet, 6 inches. He wore black robing, and the chieftain said "Fear, you deserve an apprentice, Rage's decision, not yours." I asked "What is his name?" The boy said "My name is Sorrowful Wolf, or Sorrow." I looked at Sorrow, and he unsheathed his light-orange sword. I looked at the Greek letters and read the words Faro locum or Deathspike. I was astonished. Only Vampyres wrote in Greek. I asked "Are you a Vampyre?" and he said "Yes, my father was Stone. After he died, I got captured by the Hunters. Then I got rescued and now I am here." I was in pure shock. I heard Rage's voice This is not a coincidence. Guess who got him exiled? Rage sent him here to test me. I acted like it didn't affect me. "Ok, so lets go over the basic moves." He may have my brother's looks, but he cannot fight nowhere near as well. He always messes up and he always loses. If we went into battle, I could kill him with my eyes closed. Maybe that's why I am the one to train him

[The Last flower]

I love part 5

[Night Ember]

Thanks, I have been trying to get more people to read this. It would mean a lot if you inserted this link into your signature so I can get more people's reviews

[The Last flower]

sure! I can do that right away