Helena Walker: The Path

Rosée Village

I walked with Vera and Rogan; they were a chatty pair to say the least. We walked down the riverbank and Alina had tossed me a cloak, really wasn't the best clothing but I felt less exposed. They had been positioned to this side of the waters to hunt for food, they even tried to jab at Laurie, but I told them that she's more of a pet. They'd also told me that the reason we could understand eachother is because our languages get instantly translated as we speak and the others perceive it as their own. They suspected it's from the implant in our wrists. Had technology progressed that far? Id already came to terms that there was most likely a large time gap between my death and now, but what exactly happened at that time for mechanisms like that to exist.

"So Helena, when and where are you from?" Vera asked, her voice laced with curiosity.

"I'm from the 21st century, 2008 is when I died, from australia. I was a scientist."

"How interesting. I was a russian soldier in the war of 1945. Sniper."
Her voice carried a sense of pride as Rogan to her side almost laughed, finding amusement in such pride.

"You were in World War Two?"
I say, almost shocked at our time differences.

"Is that what they call it? Just a bit unoriginal from the World War One. That sours my death I feel."
She said with a joking laugh.

I let out a small snicker from this, it was nice having people to talk to, I thought I'd be alone in that forest for ages.

"Rogan over there, just a standard Irishman. Died in the Irish famine."

She pointed to her friend, he was a military captain in the village that they were bringing me to, even while coming from the most humble of backgrounds had refused to fall in face of this new world, he developed more strength to persevere, to succeed against the many creatures of this place.

"Yep. Was a scrawny little guy before coming here. Time flies, been here a solid 8 years."

In 8 years he'd obviously transformed physically aswell, if me and his description of scrawny were the same then he'd have doubled in weight. He had a strong physique, large muscles and a bulky build. From what I could tell he probably had a decent amount of body fat, yet that would probably be beneficial considering how close this village was to the snowy taiga region just to our left. Rosée village was a village that was built right at the edge of the snowy taiga region, it was a part of the tribe called the Howling Wolves, a seemingly dominant tribe over the island that controlled the entirety of the northern cold areas. I learnt that creatures in this world could be tamed easily, an idea so weird to me, taming these beasts as if they were simple code, peculiar to say the least.

Rosée village acted as a scouting base, allowing the Wolves to track any unexpected guests before they could even take a step into the snowy land. The Howling Wolves had two major concerns in terms of powers entering the area. One of them was the person whose name I had heard way too many times already, Marcellus Nerva, and his tribe The New Legion. They were formed after the Howling Wolves yet they had risen in infamy rapidly. They gained a reputation of ruthlessness under the command of the Roman centurion as their leader. They would use any means necessary to leave this island; the goal of almost everyone here, even though so little had been discovered.

Rogan also informed me of the threat system put in place for the island. Survivors who posed a threat to others would have their combat skills; which were based on their own as well as their creatures, and their intelligence overall measured. When someone witnessed something of notice, like someone killing a creature on their own, they'd write it down and deliver it to their tribe. This caused information to spread like wildfire, and thus soon, people knew who to avoid. The threat system worked on a scale of 1 to 5.