The Master Race (Ongoing)

PROLOGUE

"Any volunteers for the Border Wall?" The voice of the commander screamed at the group of Guards just as the first few rays of dawn chased the cold darkness of the night away. The group immediately quietened to whispers and shuffled about trying to avoid the commanders field of vision. Jon felt unease at the pit of his stomach at the thought of what he had to do, and yet with his heart racing, he stepped forward. Every previous day he too would do whatever it took to not stand out among the group, wishing he was invisible and wondering why he wasn't good enough to join the Kings army. It had become a routine. But the fresh burning pain in his right arm reminded him of the promise he vowed to keep.  

"I'll do it Lord Kran." Jon yelled raising his shaking hand. He felt his heart sinking slowly as if accepting its fate. The whispers died down to a complete silence as Jon saw faces turning to stare at him, a few relieved but mostly stunned. The commander looked the most surprised of the group as he curiously studied the twenty years old boy. 

"Off you go then boy. Take old Ken with you." Kran replied gesturing to a man trying to hide behind Jon. Jon nodded and turned towards the groan he heard behind him. Ken knew he was too big to be completely hidden behind the frail boy, but if Jon didn't attract attention to himself, he knew he would have easily gotten away unnoticed. Jon noticed the white untidy hair and the bushy brows before he saw the cold look Ken was giving him. 

"Next time warn me if you plan to do that kid." Ken complained. "Must be my lucky day." He continued sarcastically. 

"It ain't so bad Ken, by Mother Geas grace, it'll be a quiet day by the river." Jon replied shrugging.

"This is the West Nation kid. The border wall river isn't known to be quiet. Neither the river nor the creatures it brings from west of the walls. Even the Gods have forsaken this place."  Ken grunted back still clearly disappointed.

"When was the last time you were there?" Jon inquired, his heart still racing with fear. The burning pain broke his thoughts momentarily. The pain was always there, but it waxed and waned as if it was afraid he would forget its purpose. He winced as he slowly massaged his right arm to calm the pain.

"A few days ago. A few curious animals and those blasted blood suckers kept me up all night. No Dwellers though thankfully." Ken pointed to his neck, showing Jon the marks of his battle with the mosquitoes. "Those creatures are everywhere and have more human blood in them than even the Humans. I wouldn't be surprised if they became human after all the blood they drank." Ken joked, grinning. 

"Blood doesn't make one Human, Faith does." Jon replied, returning a forced smile. 

They halted when the majestic brown border walls came into view. "No creature can climb that." Ken said with a hint of pride. "That however, is why we are here." Ken pointed to the hole in the wall through which the river ran. It was the main water supply for the West Nation and the only way the savages can enter into the West Nation.  

"Have ya caught any savages entering before?" Jon asked  

"A few. More and more have been trying to get in the last few weeks, and all of them have crazy stories once they are caught. People say you lose your mind west of the wall." Ken replied with a dark look. 

"They are savages after all, hunting and raping are all they do. Its the price you pay for not believing in Kings and Gods." Jon muttered following a silent prayer.  

"And which of the Gods have you lend your faith to? Was Mother Gea kind to you? Or have you rested your faith in the New one?" Ken asked curiously. 

Jon glared at Ken irritated. "Mother Gea is the only God we all should have faith in even if one isn't blessed with the power of Earth Crafting."

"Mother Yemaya have given the power of water crafting to the souls Mother Gea has been unkind to. Power that has given them a second chance." Ken protested.