Ok first before I get into the story I just want to say this is my story I've ever written and also I've been play a lot of bastion recently so yeah i put a few refrences in there. Other then is that lets get on with the story

Patrol was like always, never knowing which step was going to be you last. Fits my life style as a Graver. The Brushers behind me were chatting up quite a storm, a quiet one at that. One of them tapped me on shoulder."Hayden whats its like as a Graver, more specifically your childhood". Why was Tyler asking me a question like that at this time, with a sigh I decided to play along" Childhood was harder for me, to say the least, most of the young Gravers from my time claimed their blades in only a couple of years. I had to wait 3 extra years to claims mine. The reason being was because I was the runt in the pack, weaker and slower but now that look at those times im glad I took 3 extra years to claim mine or would still be that runt I once was". I looked to my War Machete, remembering those times of hardship and pain I had to go through to claim my blade. " So Hayden whats the deal with "claiming blades" you can just have someone makefor you and there you go." I stopped him with "You don't get it Gravers have to go SO MUCH TO BE EVEN CALLED A PROPER GRAVER OTHERWISE ITS JUST A NAME!!!" "Jeez sorry, I was just wondering" " Its fine.........your're a Brusher, im a Graver, two diffrent forms of tradition." " So how does this "claiming blades" work." "Simple, we earn them, but theres a price to truly claim one...blood...lots of it. Some to aid the quench of the blade and a little for the coloring". As I said this The Brushers look at my blade in disgust, I couldn't blame 'em, that was my blood on it to give the blade its iconic menacing red. "lets get of the current subject" I said "We have a patrol to finish anyway". In a few minutes there was a noise towards the right, it sounded off like birds chiping with a hint of human english. Whipering "I'll go check it out" I left the group. Not even a minute has passed while I passed through the green around us silently before I ended up near a clearing behind a boulder big enough to hid my body, as I scaned the area I saw something i knew i would never forget anytime soon, it was absoulutly stunning. In the middle of the clearing a creature was lying there when I listened more closly I swear I heard it talking not in animal talk but genuine english, I was to far away to hear anything though, the creature was a cross between a griffin and a dragon as it had an astonishing white fur coat on its body and feathered wing that towards the tip of the feathers it faded to a crystal green as for the dragon part it had what seemed like rugged armor running fron underneath the bottom halve of it mane to the tip of it tail and a pair of sharp fangs in its curved muzzle, the ears looked like deer ears *swosh* *slash* I lost my train of thought of the sound of nearby blades. The creature must of heard it too as it came from a relaxed position to an alerted pose in a split second. As I heard the proggresing blades one thing came to for what it was, Ura. Three Warriors, four Hunters, two Marksmen, and one General all Ura came into the clearing. As soon as they did i shot out of hiding spot and ran towards them, blade in hand. The creature saw them and me and dove into the woods to the left of me. As I aproached the general with his massive halberd pointer at me and hollerd "SATTAVI" (Author translation:Seven) The Marksmen started firing at me with their fully automatic crossbows, the Warriors asumed a combat position at two out of the four hunters came charging at me leaving the remaining hunter at the generals side it was 10 to 1 I liked those odds.

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