I'm actually kinda unhappy with how the story turned out but eh, here you go! I tried to write Aries seeming younger while still keeping true to his character, not sure how much I like it though. Not sure how... Well it turned out, if I managed what I wanted or not. But, ah, you get to see a time where the daggers don't have names yet so... Yeah, here yo go, enjoy!
Aries Short Story; First Warning
Gwyar, age 15
Simon, age 17
Anna, age 17
Mr Cattell, age 35
Mrs Cattell, age 33
Smith (ex), age 17 (deceased at 15)
Aurora (sister), age 19 (deceased at 11)
Irene (mother), age 37 (deceased at 31)
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Gwyar wasn’t too sure how much he liked being here. He was in the back halls of the arena right now, where he usually waited before and after his matches. All of which he’d already finished for today, and now he was just waiting for Mr and Mrs Cattell. He didn’t enjoy the fights, but he also knew that they were the only reason he was here. He fiddled with the ribbons on his gladius daggers.
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A sound down the hall caught his attention, he looked in the direction the noise had come from, opting to stop fidgeting with the ribbons as he did so. He didn't see anyone, but that didn’t mean much. Not when the noise could’ve come from any of the halls that intercepted this one. The one he was supposed to be waiting in…
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He could go check out the noise. Right? As long as he was back in this hall before Mr and Mrs Cattell got here. What if someone was here that wasn’t supposed to be, after all? He shifted, and then started walking towards where the sound had come from.
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Another sound rang out, and now that he was closer, he could tell that they were coming from people arguing.. He should go back. Wait, like he was supposed to do. But, well, he hadn’t been coming here to the arena for very long anyways. Only a week or so. Maybe he could say that he got lost..? The back halls were built like a maze. He wasn’t sure he’d ever find the way out on his own.
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He looked down the hall that the noises seemed to be coming from, which had become a lot more consistent. A lot more like talking. There were several people down the hall, none of which he really recognized. Two of them looked substantially younger than the other three, though admittedly one of the three had a mask on so he couldn’t really tell. Regardless, the older three were obviously workers of the arena, which meant the other two were probably fighters.
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He inched closer. One of the fighters seemed to be arguing with the workers about something. None of them seemed to notice him.
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“Enyo, stop this bickering. We have things to do.” The one with the mask, her voice was firm.
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“Oh, fuck off! We’re going home and you can’t do shit to stop us.” The fighter; Enyo, he guessed.
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“I wouldn’t recommend testing your luck, little girl.” One of the guards, with wavy dark aqua hair. He didn’t seem as kind as the woman.
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“Oh, shut the fuck up! You think I give a shit about this? Go do your fucking job somewhere else. We aren’t following you motherfucking idiots.” Enyo again. She seemed really upset.
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“Anna…” A warning tone, the other fighter, dressed much less casually than Enyo, who looked over at him.
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“No, we aren’t just going to listen to them, Simon!” Enyo, or Anna, seemed to be getting more frustrated.
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The other fighter, Simon glanced towards him though, and Gwyar froze. And then Anna looked over at him, before looking right back at the three workers.
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“We’re leaving. We have things to do, just like you do. So we’re leaving.” She seemed a lot calmer all of a sudden… He wasn’t too sure on why.
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“No, you’re not. The Doctor has requested to see you both, you can leave after.” The other guard, with lavender colored hair.
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“Well too bad, tell him that he can go fuck himself.” The anger was inching back, and Anna was speaking through gritted teeth to keep calm. The air seemed much tenser the moment she spoke though, much more violent.
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The woman with the mask narrowed her eyes and grabbed Anna by the arm, her tone full of venom. “You don’t speak of him like that. He could easily have you killed if he wanted to. Now listen and come with us, or we will be adding some sort of punishment. You’re lucky that you’re dealing with us and not someone else.”
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Anna ripped her arm from the woman’s grip though, “Fuck off! I’ll say whatever I want!”
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The guard with lavender hair moved a bit, and seconds later the barrel of a gun was being pointed straight at Anna… Time seemed to slow down as panic tightened his chest and gripped his heart. He didn’t register as he moved again, a chorus of not again and a gunshot he hated ringing in his ears.
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No got shot in the hall, in the end, so he supposed that was a win. The gun was on the ground, and one of his daggers was pointed at the guard. He wasn’t too sure how that all happened but no one had been shot, so he didn’t care. He didn’t. Not even with the panic still clutching at his heart, his lungs, and his hands making them shake. Not even with the look of pure shocked hatred in the guard’s fern green eyes. Not even as the familiar voice of Mr Cattell rang out down the hall and he knew he’d messed up.
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“Khorne! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
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The guard the purple ribboned dagger was pointed at looked over towards the sound of Mr Cattell. “Is this one yours?”
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Gwyar felt a hand on his arm, pulling him back a bit. He glanced over, Anna stood there with a small smile and whispered. “Thanks for that.”
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He nodded, not trusting himself to really speak.
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“Yeah, it is mine.” Mr Cattell, he looked over and slowly forced his dagger back down, keeping the grimace off his face.
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“I see, if you want to escort Enyo and Horkos out of here Tyrgrim, then we’ll take Khorne to see the Doctor instead, that seems fair.”
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Mr Cattell nodded, “I’ve been meaning to set up a time for him to meet it, so that works.”
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Anna seemed upset again, but she managed to bite her tongue this time. Instead, she whispered again, “Good luck with him. We’ll find you again at some point, sorry that you had to do that.”
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He nodded again, and watched as Mr Cattell led Anna and Simon away. The three workers didn’t waste time in leading him down the hall either, he stayed quiet. He deemed the tension in the air too dangerous to safely break the silence. At least no one got shot, he was willing to count that as a win.
Fall 
Night 
Clear Moon: 
