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°•Entry Twelve - Part Two•°

12/2/3470,
Fear Landscape,

Training Area,

The dagger was buried into the vast oak tree. I almost jumped for joy, but didn't think Raphael would appreciate that. I slowly walked over to the tree, and tugged it out, slowly. I finally had time to look at the intricate design.

The hilt was dull metal, like a normal knife, but that was where the similarities stopped there.

The blade was maroon, and engraved with an image of a tree, and a bird, although I couldn't tell what type. I brushed the dirt off the blade, to see if there were any more intricacacies but there wasn't.

I wanted to ask Raphael about it, but when I turned around, his face was stony. I slowly, deliberately walked over to him, a lopsided smile on my face.

"What are you doing?!?" He practically screamed. I winced, but stood my ground.

"Looking at my knife. It's pretty, you know. Also-" I huffed, before I was interrupted.

"You're in the middle of the knife throwing area!" He yelled, exasperated.

"Oh... Oops." I replied sheepishly.

"Oops is right," he sighed. "Anyway, what did you want to ask?"

"Yes! So, I had a dream last night-" I started.

"Where you were crying and screaming my name? Yes, continue, I'm interested." He smirked.

"Hush! Stop interrupting me anyway. It's irritating. Anyway, that's not the important part. There was a recurring theme of brands. You happened to be in my dream," I said. Twice. I added silently. "Me and you were playing on the roundabout, in Glitzern Park. Remember the roundabout?"

He nodded, and gestured for me to continue, obviously deep in thought.

"Well, we both had these weird bandages on our arms, and whilst we were spinning, the bandages flew off, and there was this horrible smell of burning flesh, and on our arms, were brands, saying six-six-six:traitor. Another point, is that our eyes were black and demonic, as if we were embracing being, well, a traitor, as some so eloquently put it. To get to the point, well, umm... Don't think I'm crazy, OK?" I winced.

"Spit it out, Scarlet. I'm on the edge of my imaginary seat," he drawled.

"Please, shut up. What I was going to say, is that the scar showed up on my arm. In the real world. Not dream scape." I said nervously. I was waiting for a raise of an eyebrow, or atleast a sarcastic round of applause, but instead he just sat there, silently.

"Wh-which arm, Scar?" He gulped.

"Left," I informed him. He slowly rolled up the sleeve on his hoodie, and I tried to trace the word on his bicep.

Suddenly I felt it. A bump in the skin.  an imperfection. A flaw. I let my hand trail the slightly pinker skin, wincing when he hissed with pain.

"You shouldn't be wincing. It happened years ago. Mine doesn't hurt," I mused aloud.

"Yeah. There's differences between me and you Scarlet, you know. Your brand was when you were four. Mine... Wasn't. Just leave it at that," he sighed. I wanted to ask, but his stern stare cut me off.

"OK. Is it just us? With the brand I mean." I smiled, trying to get Raphael happier. 

"N-no." He replied, and then shook his head, sounding more confident. "No. Everyone in Glitzern-as far as I know-has a brand. They get it when they're four. It's another way to make sure that the six-six-sixes are found. Let me explain, the six-six-sixes are known as traitors, and the others, patriots. Y'know what a patriot is, right?" He smiled sadly.

I nodded vigorously, fully invested in his information, safely tucking it away for future use on how to get out.

"OK, so they just ask you a simple question. The scientists that is. Pick a number up to one hundred. It's for a little game! They said. What we don't know is it will end with us getting branded. Either as a traitor, or, well... Not. Yeah, Happy fourth Birthday! Have some burning flesh! Suprise! Now, most of these cute little four year olds, are simpletons, who say one! Or sometimes One Hundred! But us six-six-sixes are absolute smart-arses, and we go, hmm, zero! Yeah. Have you ever liked the number zero. I haven't. That number, along with the paper, decided that I was screwed forever, and a lost cause. You?" He asked.

Now that I thought about it, I didn't like the number. "How do you know all these things?" The word's slipped out before I could register them, although I was curious.

"What happened to 'no questions'?" He asked, deadpan. I chuckled silently. "Ugh. Fine. I'll drop a hint. Remember me from Glitzern?"

"Yes!" I grinned.

"Well, remember my parents-parent. He's a big part of The Traitor Programme... Well, that's Raphael's story time over. Thanks for being a pain I guess?" He smiled.

I was crest-fallen, that after bonding he would just dismiss me so quickly.
"But I have more questions!" I yelled jokingly. I could hear his soft laugh carry along the breeze. It made my day.

~DreamCatz and DarkSky1910

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