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MAGDELANA This story is a creation of my fevered imagination and is a work of totally fiction. No one should ever be allowed to neither mentally nor physically treat a little girl this way. No matter how much of a miscreant little female she may be. Two shadows watched as those under training moved onto the hardwood floor of the hand to hand combat room. Thirteen forms concealed in suits of Japanese Samurai warriors’ armor. Each armed with a sword formed by a tightly wrapped bundle of narrow bamboo stalks. "Which one?" An adult female voice inquired. "The one wearing the red armor." An adult male voice replied. They watched as the indicated armored warrior moved to the center of the room and the others formed a circle around it. "Begin" The order to begin, was given. And the circling warriors moved in on the encircled. In a flash of bamboo swords. Four attackers went down and then red armored rushed trough the gap towards the rooms exit. The rest of those still standing, came streaming after it. Just before reaching the door. It turned and working its way back towards the center of the room. Striking down four more of its opponents as they individually reached red armor's position. The last four came on in a wedge of swinging swords. But red armor struck the first one in the nearest ankle, and two behind were knocked out as they stumbled over the prostrate form. Now only one in black armor stood waiting for red armor at the center of the room. Red armor stooped down and picked up two more swords from its fallen victims as it advanced on the last opponent. Reaching the center of the room and throwing one of the new swords towards the last opponent. Keeping the other one for it self. Now two double armed combatants circled each other, looking for an opening. Then both charged into a melee of slashing weapons and the din of bamboo weapons striking lamellar armor. Red armor went down on one knee, striking up at black armor as its weapon landed one hit on Red’s helmet as it fended of a strike at its armors elbow joint. Then red armors bamboo sword in its other hand struck black armor right in the face plate. Sending it sprawling backwards. Black armor followed up with hits to both its opponents hands, disarming it. Then struck downwards on the top of black armors chest with the blunt ends of both bamboo swords. Springing its chest armor free of its body. Then, kneeling on its opponents’ chest,, ran one blade lengthwise across its opponents exposed neck area. "She is your Magdalena." The man informed the woman. As red armor reached down and helped up black armor. Then removed its helm to expose a very pretty face encircled with golden tresses. "You have seen with your own eyes her exemplar martial prowess." He added. "She will have no problems carrying out her duties." "Even though she is still a novice and five years away from the normal deployment age." The male in the black hassock informed his female companion in street dress. "I can discern from your voice and demeanor." The woman informed the religious order brother. "You do not approve of this affair any more than I do." "Even we, in the end, must comply with a missive written in his own hand and holding his personal seal." The adult male in the black cassock with the Red Cross over his heart replied. "Though we held long hard worded deliberations, over the questions, concerning why and who." "It is now up to you to see she is correctly placed In order for her to carry out her life’s mission, Prioress" He added. And was shocked, by her reply. "Even I am unaware of the location of her final deployment." The senior nun informed him.” I am only to see to her safely delivery into another’s hands." The Chosen One "Do you know why I threw you the second sword ?" The bond inquired of her raven haired companion. "You wanted a fair fight?" The one with the head of tightly curled hair replied. "To prevent you from using your sword as a quarterstaff. As you have beaten me three out of the four times when we have sparred using them." The blond informed her.. "Your tactics are impeccable as always." A dusky skinned girl noted. "And your linguistics skills far exceed mine." The blond smiled as she replied. "Which one of us will no longer be advancing to the next level of training with the rest of us tomorrow?" An African beauty wondered out loud. The question everyone of them had uppermost on their minds. Only twelve girls would be in the senior classes for the next five years of their lives. But dinner, helping with the cleanup afterwards and what TV shows they would watch tonight. Kept their minds busy until bed time. They might live inside a cloistered enclave. But the outside world is where they would carry out their duties. "The rector wants to see you." And a gentle hand on her shoulder. Disturbed the blond haired beauties sleep, around one am. In only bare feet and her favorite soccer team’s jersey. The half awake girl wandered downstairs and toward the office of the hospice for chosen orphans director. The extensive walled complex composed of both modern and ancient structures set astride a hill just north of the capital. Most believed it a place of solemn vows and quiet contemplation. As it was for many who worked there. But not for those who were trained there. Inside all was dim except for the brothers black clad form seated at his desk. He had spent thirty-five years guiding the training of young females to kill daemons and those possessed by them. For an organization who openly professed peace on earth. In order to ensure it occurred. "I will not be continuing with the rest, will I?" The girl said, matter of tacitly. "No you will not." Came the words that swept away all hopes she had for her future. The girl whirled, quickly dropping to the floor and leapt for the door. As two adult shapes, in black cassocks moved in from the darkness behind her. But the one nearest the door to safety moved just as quickly to cut her off. The girl changed direction in mid flight. Grabbing a bronze urn off a side table and then striking its nearest opponents foot with it. But only heard her weapon clink on metallic armor as an armored back hand landed a blow on her blooming chest. Hard enough, to send her sprawling across the room, and into a trophy case. She jumped up and froze as two adult females in full midnight black body armor encrusted with religious symbols and drawn, dully gleaming swords advanced to corner her. "Know when to fight and when to run and live for another day." The African ancestry one instructed. "You are Magdalena." The girl blurted out.” What do you want with me?' "Collecting, our newest member." The other one informed the incredulous girl. The Mark of The Chosen The Magdalena chapel had originally been constructed during the early Byzantine empire purposely on the foundations of a temple dedicated to Isis. Only Magdalena, or those, who were about to become one. Were ever allowed to set foot inside. Her shoulders hurt from arms being pulled out and strapped to the horizontal beam of the cross. Her sex sore from riding the narrow piece of wood thrusting out between her legs. Fortunately it was not supporting her full body weight. As her ankles were strapped either side of the vertical main beam below. But she had been perched here since they had picked her up in the rectors office yesterday. The sounds of booted feet brought her head up and her eyes to focus on the line of midnight black, blood red trimmed hooded forms filing into the chapel through the single entrance door. They formed a half circle in front of her as one more, from behind them, walked right up to where she hung. "There is no time for the application of tattoo’s." The middle aged woman informed the young girl hanging in front of her. As she dropped her covering to reveal an athletic body covered in religious tattoos. "Nor time for revelation or Demonology instruction." "But you at least have time for marking with your name." She added as she lifted a branding iron from the large brazier just in front of the now shocked girl. "I had supposed it was there to keep me warm during the cold night." The girl quietly scoffed. But the woman directly in front of her whispered back. “So did I.” "Do you agree to allow Magdalena to be branded into your body, just above your femininity?" The woman inquired as she held the white hot iron up for the girl to see. The thirteen year old girl saw the others slip of their cassocks to reveal their gold trimmed black armor. Each removing their helm to reveal her face. Magdalena lived among those they protected in everyday clothing. Their helms concealing their faces when they carried out their duties in order to protect them from their identity being revealed. "Yes, I have wanted this all my life." The girl cried out loud. "Magdalena." A dozen female voices yelled over and over as they saluted their newest battle sister with blessed swords held on high. The girls voice joining until the iron tiouched her loins and then she fainted away from the pain. Newbie Isis watched as the newest member of her first year class walked stiffly towards her from Sister A's office. "Another wolf in sheep’s clothing." Ahnk whispered in her ear. “This one carries something very precious to her up inside her femininity. So precious, she freely exchanges her virginity for carrying it so.” "Another newbie to explain to why she must go down on bend knee, sleep in a dog cage nude and take sex slave classes alternating with normal curriculum classes for the next three years of her life." Isis replied. “After getting her to accept those conditions, governing her future. The rest will be what will be.” "You can foretell what will be." Ahnk noted. "Only by using those cursed gold Tarot cards I happily left behind in 18th dynasty Egypt." Isis said. "The one known as She kept them safe for you all the years since." Ahnk informed her. "And will return them to you soon." "Predicting the future is my curse, not yours." Isis noted. "The time and place of their return to you has already been written in the Book of Life." Ahnk revealed to her mistress. "My hand is only the instrument through which that will be is recorded in it." Behind them, the tightly packed ever shifting formless blob of terrified young females that was their first year class. Slid amoeba like along the locker lined western wall of the front range of their schools main hallway. That first year classes always started their first semester looking this way did not help. Their next class being located on down past the dreaded headmistresses office towards the southern end was not either. "That we start drilling them to move from class to class using approved formation movements. Before we are brought up before the headmistresses miscreant punishment court for dereliction of duty." Isis noted. As a parade square drill team perfectly aligned second year class marched past them. While and almost as neat out of habit, third year one went in the other direction. "Is the only future event that concerns me, right now." This Magdalena has been deployed to serve and protect.. But who from whom? |