October 24, 2008 1:00 pm
Seven's Capital, Malison
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▫️ Stella

I pant, looking to my side I am surprised to see my brother is still with me in this battle. Most of our unit has died off, but we have made it. Finally after hours upon hours of fighting, our patrol broke through the borders of Seven's land and we poured our into his capital.

"You okay?" Aron asks me as he too pants, holding onto his sword like it is his source of life.

"Yeah I am fine," I sigh. I look up at the building ahead of us. It towers higher then almost ever other building on Malison. It is over 50 stories high, and Seven is at the top. "You ready? That stair master machine has prepared us for this moment," I joke.

"I always hated that machine," Aron laughed beside me.

The two of us ran inside the building. The building itself was made of steel, almost impossible to penetrate with weapons. There were thin windows made of glass, but none were big enough to fit through. The building itself was pure black vibranium, smooth on all sides. Leaving no footholds to climb up the building. thats how the first 49 stories all were, the exact same. The final story, the one where Seven sat, was rough and poked out, then arched up into many points, the tallest one being in the middle. Something shinny was up there that glittered in the sunshine.

Inside the building it was dark. I held my breath as my brother and I walked through the mists of darkness. Aron was hanging onto a railing as walked up a ramp, which lead to some stairs. There appeared to be almost no furniture, just boxes.

Aron opened one of the boxes to see what was inside. He pulled out a bag of pasta. I walked over to another box to find it full of pasta as well. Strange.

We continued on in our search to try and find stairs that lead to the top floor. I knew they would not be easy to find, Seven is not an idiot, he would put up as many levels of defense as he could to stop us from destroying his evil rein.

"Stella," Aron spoke out to me. His voice made me jump, I was almost use to the silence. "Look at this." He pulled out a gun from another set of boxes.

"Supplies," I whisper, "I have never seen that type of gun."

"Well Seven certainly isn't using the same models that Mike and Luke design." Aron handed me the gun. It was light in my hands, it had gold shaft, and inside were six silver bullets. It was quite small too, just a pistol.

Gun had hardly been used in this war. Bullets would get lost and it cost too much to replace them. It was easier to use swords and train your warriors to be better fighters then to rely on a gun to kill. Both sides had run out of bullets after the first year. This is why now my brother and I both are carrying swords in our hands and on our backs.

The rooms never smelt of death like I thought they would. So far we haven't run into anybody. The ramp we followed slowly lead us up to the second, and then the third floor. All contained boxes with similar useless items like tags, shoes, clothing. Nothing that was useful in war. For the first time, Seven's army seemed almost human to me, as before they seemed invincible.

Suddenly I hear footsteps, many footsteps on metal. The sounds echo across the dark room, I try to listen and hear which direction the sound is coming from. To my side, Aron is doing the same.

"Stairs?" I whisper to him. He nods.

Suddenly a bright light hits us from the side as a door opens, a few soldiers come out of the doorway. All are wearing a gold broken star, the crest of Seven, on their chest, and all are wearing the forrest green coloring of Seven's uniforms.

I don't even think as I react to them. I have a sword at my belt and a bow with arrows around my back, and Seven's pistol resting in the palm of my hand. I shoot the pistol right at them, hitting one. He falls to the ground with a scream. There are five others left, and all draw their swords. Aron quickly pulls out his sword and launches himself at them, taking on two of them.

I shoot again, killing another. The quickness of death a gun can bring is surprising to me, but I keep shooting with one hand, and using my other hand to draw my sword to act as my defense.

Next to me, Aron has already killed one, and the other was wounded badly, bleeding out at my feet. My brother then quickly moves to my side and together we kill the final two. The six bodies lay at our feet, covering the white marble ground in scarlet blood.

They were good fighter, but we am better. I am not afraid of my own death or the bodies around me. I fear only the death of my innocent older brother.

"You okay?" I ask him.

"I am fine." He stares down at the bodies, blood always made him a bit woozy. But he has slowly grown use to it over the many simulations. I know it bothers him to kill, way more then it bothers me.

"It's alright Aron. They were working for Seven they would of killed us," I whisper to him then turn to the door where they came from. I open it to reveal the lights are on inside.

"Stella," Aron whispers as he points to the door.

I take a closer look and see that it was an old bookshelf. We never were suppose to find this door. So this must be the way to Seven. As I look up, I hear the sound of voices echoing off the walls, and footsteps as others traveled up and down the stairwell. More challenges and fights are yet ahead of us. There are many flights of stairs that lead us to the top.

"Thank goodness for that stair master," I chuckle before looking over to my brother. He smirks slightly at my joke and the two of us start racing up the stairs.