Avalon:Volume 1 Prologue - Revision history

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	In an age when most children never spent more than a few minutes thinking ahead, he had planned it out over a month ago.		In an age when most children never spent more than a few minutes thinking ahead, he had planned it out over a month ago.

	He spent a minute rummaging in the huge, messy trunk of miscellaneous goods he had been allowed to bring from the old house, and pulled out the last thing a ten-year-old child should wrap their hands around. As he pulled the black slider all the way back and heard it spring satisfyingly back into place, his best friend entered the room.		Arkadi spent a minute rummaging in the huge, messy trunk of miscellaneous goods he had been allowed to bring from the old house, and pulled out the last thing a ten-year-old child should wrap their hands around. As he pulled the black slider all the way back and heard it spring satisfyingly back into place, his best friend entered the room.

	Would the blonde-haired boy understand? They had been neighbors, growing up together as brothers for as long as he remembered. Even their parents were the best of friends who suffered the same fate.		Would the blonde-haired boy understand? They had been neighbors, growing up together as brothers for as long as he remembered. Even their parents were the best of friends who suffered the same fate.
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	The blonde-haired boy stood briefly at the door, eyes widened in shock, before running over and trying to wrestle the gun from his hands. But Arkadi proved the stronger of the two. After throwing his friend down to the ground, he stuffed it into his gym bag and ran out of the orphanage.		The blonde-haired boy stood briefly at the door, eyes widened in shock, before running over and trying to wrestle the gun from his hands. But Arkadi proved the stronger of the two. After throwing his friend down to the ground, he stuffed it into his gym bag and ran out of the orphanage.

	He took the public transit into the city before stopping at a park to rest, an old place where the three of them would play around in almost every other day. He stayed there, hidden among the bushes, until the sun neared noontime, before emerging to loiter about the government building.		Arkadi took the public transit into the city before stopping at a park to rest, an old place where the three of them would play around in almost every other day. He stayed there, hidden among the bushes, until the sun neared noontime, before emerging to loiter about the government building.

	He knew about the upcoming luncheon from an offhand remark his dad once made. It was monthly.		He knew about the upcoming luncheon from an offhand remark his dad once made. It was monthly.
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	"<u>So you believe we need further escalation?"</u>"		"<u>So you believe we need further escalation?"</u>"

	"<u>Not this time.</u>" Kaplan smirked, just barely on his usually expressionless face. "<u>But for once, you seem a bit... ~~troubled by uncertainty~~. Someone had to play devil's advocate.</u>"		"<u>Not this time; I think our plan is already atrocious enough to fan the flames.</u>" Kaplan smirked, just barely on his usually expressionless face. "<u>But for once you seem a bit... reluctant. Someone had to play devil's advocate.</u>"

	(And you took it too far,) Arkadi thought. (Such ideas are nothing short of demonic...)		(And you took it too far,) Arkadi thought. (Such ideas are nothing short of demonic...)

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	===18 Terra-years ago...===		===18 Terra-years ago...===

	It was just another small and cramped room in the orphanage, with chipped, creaky furniture and dingy windows. But the boy with pitch black hair and deep-violet eyes didn't care. He came here a month ago, after the death of his parents and the confiscation of all his family assets. Today, it would be his last here.		It was just another small and cramped room in the orphanage, with chipped, creaky furniture and dingy windows. But the boy with pitch black hair and deep-violet eyes didn't care. Arkadi came here a month ago, after the death of his parents and the confiscation of all his family assets. Today, it would be his last here.

	In an age when most children never spent more than a few minutes thinking ahead, he had planned it out over a month ago.		In an age when most children never spent more than a few minutes thinking ahead, he had planned it out over a month ago.
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	Would the blonde-haired boy understand? They had been neighbors, growing up together as brothers for as long as he remembered. Even their parents were the best of friends who suffered the same fate.		Would the blonde-haired boy understand? They had been neighbors, growing up together as brothers for as long as he remembered. Even their parents were the best of friends who suffered the same fate.

	But... even if he could afford to gamble it, he wouldn't. ~~Soon, he would~~ be ~~leaving his sister alone in~~ this ~~world, and he could trust no other to take care~~ of ~~her~~.		But... even if he could afford to gamble it, he wouldn't. His friend must be kept out of this. It was part of the plan's fallback.

	The blonde-haired boy stood briefly at the door, eyes widened in shock, before ~~the boy ran~~ over and ~~tried~~ to wrestle the gun from his hands. But ~~the black-haired one~~ proved the stronger of the two. After throwing his friend down to the ground, he stuffed it into his gym bag and ran out of the orphanage.		The blonde-haired boy stood briefly at the door, eyes widened in shock, before running over and trying to wrestle the gun from his hands. But Arkadi proved the stronger of the two. After throwing his friend down to the ground, he stuffed it into his gym bag and ran out of the orphanage.

	He took the public transit into the city before stopping at a park to rest, an old place where the three of them would play around in almost every other day. He stayed there, hidden ~~amongst~~ the bushes, until the sun neared noontime, before emerging to loiter about the government building ~~once again~~.		He took the public transit into the city before stopping at a park to rest, an old place where the three of them would play around in almost every other day. He stayed there, hidden among the bushes, until the sun neared noontime, before emerging to loiter about the government building.

	He knew about the upcoming luncheon from an offhand remark his dad once made. It was monthly.		He knew about the upcoming luncheon from an offhand remark his dad once made. It was monthly.

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	==Prologue==		==Prologue==

	===18 ~~Terran~~-years ago...===		===18 Terra-years ago...===

	It was just another small and cramped room in the orphanage, with chipped creaky furniture and dingy windows. But the boy with pitch black hair and deep-violet eyes didn't care. He came here a month ago, after the death of his parents and the confiscation of all his family assets. Today, it would be his last here.		It was just another small and cramped room in the orphanage, with chipped creaky furniture and dingy windows. But the boy with pitch black hair and deep-violet eyes didn't care. He came here a month ago, after the death of his parents and the confiscation of all his family assets. Today, it would be his last here.
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	===12 ~~Terran~~-years ago...===		===12 Terra-years ago...===

	It was a large yet plain basement room: unfurnished, unpainted, with no windows, basic lighting, and a single stainless steel door.		It was a large yet plain basement room: unfurnished, unpainted, with no windows, basic lighting, and a single stainless steel door.
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	===10 ~~Terran~~-years ago...===
			===10 Terra-years ago...===

	"<u>Are you sure about this, Arkadi?</u>"		"<u>Are you sure about this, Arkadi?</u>"

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	With one fluid motion, he drew the pistol from its holster, pointed it at the girl's forehead, and pulled the trigger.		With one fluid motion, he drew the pistol from its holster, pointed it at the girl's forehead, and pulled the trigger.

	~~On that day, Arkadi Kernow crossed the threshold that separated the normal from the elite~~. ~~At the tender age of sixteen, he now had more power and potential than his parents ever dreamed of~~. ~~But in exchange, a part of him, a piece of his soul was left behind in that bloody room, his fate now cursed by memories of the first innocent life he ended~~.		There was no hesitation. There was only control. Yet...

	~~He had stepped past~~ the ~~event horizon. There was no turning back~~.		The wailing of the children, the feel of the recoil, the explosive spray of blood, they would all be forever engraved into his heart and mind as his first innocent kill.

			On that day, Arkadi Kernow crossed the threshold that separated the normal from the elite. At the tender age of sixteen, he now had more power and potential than his parents ever dreamed of. But in exchange, a part of him, a piece of his soul was irretrievably left behind in that bloody room.

			He had chosen his life.

			There was no turning back.

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	He spent a minute rummaging in the huge, messy trunk of miscellaneous goods he had been allowed to bring from the old house, and pulled out the last thing a ten-year-old child should wrap their hands around. As he pulled the black slider all the way back and heard it spring satisfyingly back into place, his best friend entered the room.		He spent a minute rummaging in the huge, messy trunk of miscellaneous goods he had been allowed to bring from the old house, and pulled out the last thing a ten-year-old child should wrap their hands around. As he pulled the black slider all the way back and heard it spring satisfyingly back into place, his best friend entered the room.

	Would the blonde-haired boy understand? They had been neighbors, growing up together as brothers for as long as he ~~remember~~. Even their parents were the best of friends who suffered the same fate.		Would the blonde-haired boy understand? They had been neighbors, growing up together as brothers for as long as he remembered. Even their parents were the best of friends who suffered the same fate.

	But... even if he could afford to gamble it, he wouldn't. Soon, he would be leaving his sister alone in this world, and he could trust no other to take care of her.		But... even if he could afford to gamble it, he wouldn't. Soon, he would be leaving his sister alone in this world, and he could trust no other to take care of her.
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	<nowiki>Bang</nowiki> and the scene repeated itself, with an even younger girl this time.		<nowiki>Bang</nowiki> and the scene repeated itself, with an even younger girl this time.

	The girl before him started sobbing loudly. So did all the other children. Even if their ears were plugged, it would be impossible to keep ~~out~~ the noise out entirely.		The girl before him started sobbing loudly. So did all the other children. Even if their ears were plugged, it would be impossible to keep the noise out entirely.

	Arkadi was also the child born to an enemy of the state. Was this a fate that could have fallen upon him? Rather than seeing the girl before him as a nameless, faceless stranger, he couldn't help imagine his very own sister. She had always been a crybaby.		Arkadi was also the child born to an enemy of the state. Was this a fate that could have fallen upon him? Rather than seeing the girl before him as a nameless, faceless stranger, he couldn't help imagine his very own sister. She had always been a crybaby.

	He had no contact for six years. If she was still alive, she would be the same age.		He had no contact for six years. If she was still alive, she would be around the same age.

	"EBORIC!"		"EBORIC!"

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	Would the blonde-haired boy understand? They had been neighbors, growing up together as brothers for as long as he remember. Even their parents were the best of friends who suffered the same fate.		Would the blonde-haired boy understand? They had been neighbors, growing up together as brothers for as long as he remember. Even their parents were the best of friends who suffered the same fate.

	But... even if he could afford to gamble it, he ~~couldn~~'t. Soon, he would be leaving his sister alone in this world, and he could trust no other to take care of her.		But... even if he could afford to gamble it, he wouldn't. Soon, he would be leaving his sister alone in this world, and he could trust no other to take care of her.

	The blond-haired boy stood briefly still at the door, eyes widened in shock, before the boy ran over and tried to wrestle the gun from his hands. But the wielder proved the stronger of the two, and after throwing his friend down to the ground, he stuffed it into his gym bag and ran out of the orphanage.		The blond-haired boy stood briefly still at the door, eyes widened in shock, before the boy ran over and tried to wrestle the gun from his hands. But the wielder proved the stronger of the two, and after throwing his friend down to the ground, he stuffed it into his gym bag and ran out of the orphanage.

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	===18 Terra-years ago...===		===18 Terra-years ago...===

	It was just another small and cramped room in the orphanage, with chipped creaky furniture and dingy windows. But the boy with pitch black hair and deep-violet eyes didn't care. He came here a month ago, after the death of his parents and the confiscation of all his family assets. Today, it would be his last here.		It was just another small and cramped room in the orphanage, with chipped, creaky furniture and dingy windows. But the boy with pitch black hair and deep-violet eyes didn't care. He came here a month ago, after the death of his parents and the confiscation of all his family assets. Today, it would be his last here.

	In an age when most children never spent more than a few minutes thinking ahead, he had planned it out over a month ago.		In an age when most children never spent more than a few minutes thinking ahead, he had planned it out over a month ago.
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	But... even if he could afford to gamble it, he wouldn't. Soon, he would be leaving his sister alone in this world, and he could trust no other to take care of her.		But... even if he could afford to gamble it, he wouldn't. Soon, he would be leaving his sister alone in this world, and he could trust no other to take care of her.

	The ~~blond~~-haired boy stood briefly at the door, eyes widened in shock, before the boy ran over and tried to wrestle the gun from his hands. But the black-haired one proved the stronger of the two. After throwing his friend down to the ground, he stuffed it into his gym bag and ran out of the orphanage.		The blonde-haired boy stood briefly at the door, eyes widened in shock, before the boy ran over and tried to wrestle the gun from his hands. But the black-haired one proved the stronger of the two. After throwing his friend down to the ground, he stuffed it into his gym bag and ran out of the orphanage.

	He took the public transit into the city before stopping at a park to rest, an old place where the three of them would play around in almost every other day. He stayed there, hidden amongst the bushes, until the sun neared noontime, before emerging to loiter about the government building once again.		He took the public transit into the city before stopping at a park to rest, an old place where the three of them would play around in almost every other day. He stayed there, hidden amongst the bushes, until the sun neared noontime, before emerging to loiter about the government building once again.
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	The guards took a second too long to realize what was going on. Maybe they were lax because he was just a harmless ten year old kid in the wrong room; maybe it was because of the public location and they couldn't just finger their holsters over every little disruption. But before any of them even leveled their pistols' sights towards the boy, he had already unloaded half a dozen shots --- needles sent out at hypersonic speeds by the small electromagnetic accelerator built inside the pistol.		The guards took a second too long to realize what was going on. Maybe they were lax because he was just a harmless ten year old kid in the wrong room; maybe it was because of the public location and they couldn't just finger their holsters over every little disruption. But before any of them even leveled their pistols' sights towards the boy, he had already unloaded half a dozen shots --- needles sent out at hypersonic speeds by the small electromagnetic accelerator built inside the pistol.

	But although it seemed the boy had some knowledge in using handguns, his aim was far from perfect. The nearest officer's right shoulder burst with blood as a needle buried into it and exploded. The guard behind the admiral suffered a worse fate as three needles ~~went into~~ his torso, shattering his chest organs milliseconds later. Yet, even though the admiral stared straight at the boy and did not move a single muscle, not one of the projectiles managed to hit him.		But although it seemed the boy had some knowledge in using handguns, his aim was far from perfect. The nearest officer's right shoulder burst with blood as a needle buried into it and exploded. The guard behind the admiral suffered a worse fate as three needles pierced his torso, shattering his chest organs milliseconds later. Yet, even though the admiral stared straight at the boy and did not move a single muscle, not one of the projectiles managed to hit him.

	Unfortunately for the boy, seven shots were all he had time for. The wooden door before him shattered as explosive needles buried into it, sending splinters out to pierce his body. His right arm was reduced to waste within a second as five more shots flew into it and destroyed both his elbow and shoulder.		Unfortunately for the boy, seven shots were all he had time for. The wooden door before him shattered as explosive needles buried into it, sending splinters out to pierce his body. His right arm was reduced to waste within a second as five more shots flew into it and destroyed both his elbow and shoulder.
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	He dropped to the ground with an excruciating scream as blood seeped through his white dress shirt. His right arm was bent in grotesque angles, two of which weren't even at joints.		He dropped to the ground with an excruciating scream as blood seeped through his white dress shirt. His right arm was bent in grotesque angles, two of which weren't even at joints.

	Yet, by some miracle, he was still alive when the admiral held up his hand. Both the remaining guards instantly stopped their volley. One of the them kept a watch in the room, while the other swiftly moved over the boy's thrashing body to secure the hallway. Everyone else who had been sitting around the table ~~were~~ now either taking cover behind their chairs or cowering in fear on the ground.		Yet, by some miracle, he was still alive when the admiral held up his hand. Both the remaining guards instantly stopped their volley. One of the them kept a watch in the room, while the other swiftly moved over the boy's thrashing body to secure the hallway. Everyone else who had been sitting around the table was now either taking cover behind their chairs or cowering in fear on the ground.

	"You sure have a lot of guts, boy," the admiral said in a implacable yet mildly impressed tone. "Who sent you?"		"You sure have a lot of guts, boy," the admiral said in a implacable yet mildly impressed tone. "Who sent you?"