Cindre Eclipse

Cindre/Cinder is a young felina who lives in Ferndale and was trained as an assassin-for-backup by the Felden government. She proved well with absolutely no

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weapon until they found the Great-War old armory and the strange blade.

### Story

I never asked for this life.  Honestly, walking down the streets of Ferndale, I feel sad seeing the other kids play around, happy, with a free life.  At least before they get freaked out at the sight of me.

I was only five when the Undead killed my parents and captured me.  It was a painful procedure as they gave me a cut with a knife and then injected poison into it.  I hated it there, but really, I don’t like the Felden government much more.

They ‘rescued’ me from the Undead, and took me back to Felora.  Novelliear, my trainer, tried to treat me well, but wasn’t great at it, and didn’t, so he eventually gave up.  My only friends are the bees in the forest and the messenger birds that fly too high up to talk to.  It took a while to befriend the ocelots, but in time they got used to me, and the treehouse Novelliear took me to live in.

Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you about the main problem in my life.  I really hate this.  It’s the fact that when I got the poison, it inflicted a strange *thing* on me, where I can do strange stuff like duplicate myself for a time and things like that.  It’s hard to explain.  But you’ll know, once I start.

The first thing I remember is the sound of screaming.  It sounds eerie, but really it was just my mother being killed.  Yeah, not eerie.  Not eerie at all.

After that I remember the Undead taking me, and the heat of lava.  I remember a necromancer ordering the Undead away, and taking a look at me.  He took out a knife and I remember shrieking as he cut me and injected the poison in.  I remember seeing his creepy skull mask before everything went black.

When I woke up I was not in a hospital bed, I was not being cared for by doctors in white suits, instead, I was lying in the exact same place I had fallen, apparently had been ignored (which actually is kind of good compared to being noticed, and probably not treated very well ← an understatement)

I remember seeing faded versions of myself emitting from me, drawing back into me and again expanding out into the world, still in the same position as the original me. Being five, this didn’t seem to scare me much, but it did some things.

I crawled up to the moonlight, seeing the night sky outside, my duplicates still doing their duplicating process, and the pain overwhelmed me as I heard a shout, “There she is!” before once more getting knocked out.

By this time that was getting annoying, and this time, I actually did wake up in a hospital bed with doctors in white suits all around me.  I spotted a glass of water on the table, and I really wanted it, so I went over to it, and tried to grab it.  The glass of water stayed where it was, and my hand went right through it.

Now, this, even for a five-year-old, was very creepy.  I screamed and the doctors turned around, frightened.  They realized that all that happened was I found out that I could go through things, and turned back around, doing whatever they were doing before.  Still scared, I tried again and again to get the water cup, eventually just lying back down.

That didn’t get much better when Novelliear was assigned as my trainer.  He ungratefully took me to his treehouse, which I had to clean every day (which was immensely hard cuz I couldn’t really touch much until I tried a few hundred times) and typically didn’t really help, more like just gave me a place to live.  He tried to train me with a bow and arrow, but I proved really bad at that, so he tried with a sword, and then when I failed at that he tried with a different mix of knives, which I was scared of; Remember the actual process of the poison? Done by a knife.  So naturally that didn’t go well.

After those terrific fails, Novelliear packed his things and left me the treehouse, saying how he never signed up for training an idiot with a *problem* as he walked off*.* I stood there feeling very much like that, and very disappointed in myself.

I sighed and walked slowly back to the treehouse.  I tried to pick up a glass of water, but just gave up when I remembered I couldn’t.  I sat down on the bed, and it was only then I noticed a bright red bird on the windowsill.  Surprised, I jumped back and accidentally went through the wall, crashing on the other side.  I sat up, annoyed, and stood up unstably, walking over to the bird.

“Hiya,”  it squawked.  “Where’s Novelliear? I’m looking for him.”

“Umm, Novelliear? He’s - er- gone, he just left,” I said, pushing down pain.  The bird didn’t seem to notice that I was odd, making many different faded mes and not able to pick up a packet of birdseed.  He watched, and then said, “I’m Reanius, a messenger bird,” he said importantly, and I stopped with the birdseed and came back over.  Reanius squawked again,  “Ok, well, who are you then?”

I answered with the name I remember from my mother.  “Cindre.  Cindre Eclipse.”

After that one meeting, Messenger birds seemed to enjoy coming here for the birdseed.  I befriended almost all in Felden and knew all of them by name.

Two other things I seemed to be good friends with were bats and bees.  Typically at night the bats just flew in here and took fruit I had, but they don’t really anymore, and more come to play with me.  The bees did similar, but seemed to want me there when they came for honey.

Life on my own in the forest, I couldn’t decide if it was better than living with Novelliear, but I took what I had.  Eventually, I ventured to Ferndale, and wandered down the streets there, trying to find someone I knew.  I found no one, and instead was caught by a government agent who brought me to a lab.  I was only six at this time, it hadn’t been long, and not long enough for me to get used to it.

I had to stay at that lab for most of my life, good study material for the scientists.  I hated this, and the government used me for their own good, training me to be an assassin,  but they found out the same thing Novelliear did.   I couldn’t pick anything up, so I failed at all weapons.  Except one.

This wasn’t really a weapon, more of a sharp bee-wing made of metal.  A government agent found the old armory, and said that it was Great War age.  I didn’t see how this made it cool, but he gave me the weird blade.  Somehow, I really don’t know how, but I was able to touch this first try.

I was given a suit, entirely black and exposed in only a few places to control myself.  The Felden Leaders said that they would cure me if I worked for them and did what they wanted.  I did that, I fought with my bee-blade and was a very difficult person to beat, although I was really only twelve years old.

I did this until I was fifteen, constantly defeating Felden’s enemies, all but one; The necromancers.  I said no, and said I would never, but the Felden Government forced me to, and I went after the Necromancers.

A little bit closer to Mt Tempus, I stopped, realizing I didn’t have to do this.  Backtracking, I found myself back at Felora, the government agents asking me if I was done already.

Now any normal person would have lied and said ‘yea I did it’, but I just couldn’t lie.  I don’t know why, but I just said what I did and that I didn’t do it and walked off.