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[SweeneyxxTodd]

I finally got around to starting a NK origin for my character. I just got part one right now. I should get part two pretty soon, like maybe tomorrow. Then hopefully I can get a start on an adventure story.

Anyway, without further ado, I give you the first part of my origin story!

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Neutron Knight Origins: Emelia

Part One:

I had an easy childhood. Growing up among the nobility, everything I could ask for was provided for me. All I had to do was say the word and the world would bend to my will. But something wasn’t right.

I had everything I could ask for, and I still felt an emptiness inside of me. Even after I was betrothed to Benjamin, the viscount’s son, my family’s happiness could not fully rub off on me. I needed to do something with my life besides sit by the fire and embroider historic battles on pillows.

I needed to help people.

My parents never approved of me working. They said that people of our status shouldn’t have to lower ourselves to working class levels. But I loved the hospital I chose to work in. I felt more at home there than I did in the house I’d lived in all my life.

Ending my education early and canceling my acceptance at the Royal University and broken my father’s heart. But it was the only way to focus my attention on the most important thing to me: healing.

If I couldn’t heal my own heart, the next best thing was to heal those caught in battle. With the war going on, I felt silly and insipid talking about weather and the great poets of old. My calling was to help the world; I knew this without a doubt.

The only one who understood was Benjamin, my fiancé. He would even stay up into the wee hours of the morning with me, letting my talk his ears off about my patients and my healing ideas.

But after nursing the wounded for two years, I couldn’t stand to sit passively and wait for the injured to come to me. I had to go out and help the soldiers on their own turf. When the opportunity arose, I quickly signed up to join the traveling imperial nurses. My team of medical workers followed Queen Lawrence’s troops, and treated the sick and wounded members of her band of Neutron Knights.

I wasn’t entirely naïve. Everyone had heard the legend of the Neutron Knights. But none of my fellow nurses knew much outside what they had heard through folklore and village gossip. I longed to know more. Who were these Knights who fought so valiantly for their cause? What was this cause they fought for? Could this be what I had been seeking all my life?
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It's kinda short, I know. But whatever. It's just explaining stuff. Part two will have dialogue and will be more interesting.

[Macey]

THAT'S SO AWESOME MARY!!!

Can't wait for more! ^_^

[SweeneyxxTodd]

A-thank you, a-thank you.

[Kaytron]

*claps*

bravo Mary!!

I Love the intro!!!

^Kaytron^ :ph43r:

[SweeneyxxTodd]

Here's part 2! It's so much longer than the intro, but I like it soo much more!
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Neutron Knight Origins: Emelia
Part Two

I traveled with the imperial nurses and Queen Lawrence for only a month before I received the news. Benjamin had been drafted into the war.

My shock was short-lived. With another battle underway, I was needed for healing. I had to force my thoughts and feelings to the back of my mind and help my fellow nurses.

“We have another one Emelia. He’s badly injured, and we’re afraid we won’t be able to save his left arm,” the senior nurse, Susan, came and pulled me out of the sleeping quarters into the main section of the healing tent. “He was set upon by Lord Strych’s sorcerers. There’s magical burns all over his body and his arm is infected through a terrible gash he received not too long ago.”

I looked over his arm. “Why wasn’t this cleaned properly?”

“He never came to us. He must be one of those kinds of men who think they can do everything on their own.”

Thinking quickly, I rushed over to the chest of herbs. I pulled out a few sprigs and leaves and carried them over to where the nurses were fussing over the man. “Victoria, mash this nightshade into a paste and spread it over his arm, but wash it off with some rose soap first. O’Dea, you boil this chamomile into a tea and have him drink some. We’ll need him as relaxed as possible to work effectively.”

“Maybe we should try some jade crystals. An old healer from the last village we stayed at told me crystal healing was very affective, and gave me different gem crystals to work with. He said that jade helped with the flow of chi,” Susan suggested.

“Good chi flow speeds up the healing process,” O’Dea added, pouring a steaming cup of chamomile tea into a small cup.

“I don’t know anything about crystal healing. You can do that,” I looked at the other herbs in my hands. In my rush, I had grabbed several useless ones. I tossed them on the side table and focused on bathing his burns in warm sugar water. The hard sugar crystals helped to rub some of the dead, burnt skin away and prepare the areas for dressing.

“I’ve got the jade. Everyone stand back a minute,” Susan ordered. We immediately obeyed, and watched with curiosity as she began a form of healing unknown to us. She laid a small crystal of jade on his throat, and another on each wrist. Slowly, Susan ran a large, smooth jade crystal in the shape of an egg in a straight line from his forehead to the approximate location of his navel. The three rough crystals glowed bright for a moment, before fading back to their original state. The man regained consciousness and eyed us curiously.

“What happened?” he asked, attempting to sit up. We all rushed to his side and forced him down again. O’Dea handed him the tea cup as Susan began to clean up the crystals. He took the cup and downed it in one gulp.

Victoria resumed coating his infection with the nightshade paste and the other nurses continued to rub his burns with sugar water. I turned on my heel and went to retrieve the bandages. Once the man was thoroughly wrapped in the gauze, we breathed a sigh of relief. His injuries weren’t nearly as terrible as they had first appeared, and he would most likely live. His left arm, though, might very well need to be amputated.

While the other nurses returned to their chores and duties, I pulled a chair up beside the man. I could tell by his armor that he was ranked very high in the Neutron Knights.

“Why are you still here?” the Knight asked.

“It won’t be too long before the nightshade has run its course and needs to be removed. If I go away to do other tasks I might forget,” I folded my hands on my lap and looked at him. “You really should have come straight here after hurting your arm like that. Neglecting proper treatment is not a good idea. You might have to lose it, you know.”

“I can get by without it. Who are you, my mother? Going to nag me until my arm falls off?”

“Don’t act like your arm isn’t seriously hurt.”

He sighed. “So who are you? I’d like to know my caretakers by name.”

“I’m Emelia of Kae. Do I get to be graced with your name?”

“Kae? Isn’t that the snobby rich city near the capital?”

“Yes, it’s that city full of the snobby upper class people who don’t care about anything other than improving their station and being gentlemen and ladies,” I frowned. “You still haven’t told me your name.”

“My birth name is Alexander, but the Knights call me Gero,” he poked the paste on his arm and wiped his finger off on the bed sheets.

I grabbed a cloth and soaked it in the lukewarm bowl of water on the side table. I began washing the nightshade paste off of Gero’s arm. “You’re a Seer,” I said.

“Yes. My visions come in handy sometimes. That was why we won the last three battles,” Gero watched as I cleaned his arm off. “But they were a real pain today. I can’t control when they come, as much as the public likes to think we Seers can. I was going after a soldier of Lord Strych’s army when I found myself going into a vision. So very few people know that the very power that makes us powerful is also our biggest weakness. When I’m having a vision, I’m at my most vulnerable. It’s why I wasn’t able to fight off the sorcerers’ magic.”

I dipped the cloth in the water again and cleaned off the last of the paste. “What did you see?”

He averted his eyes. “I saw you.”

Surprised, I dropped the cloth. “Me?”

“Yes. I saw you joining the Neutron Knights, to be specific.”

“But I’m only a nurse. What could I possibly do for the Knights?” I picked up a bottle of wine and poured it over his gash. He hissed in pain before responding.

“That was what I wondered, too. I’d never seen you in my life, but I knew I’d meet you eventually. My visions are never wrong.”

I poured honey over his arm before I wrapped it in a clean linen bandage. “But the future can be changed, can’t it?”

Gero nodded. “If the future changes, I get a new vision to show me what will happen as a result of the change.”

Quietly, I contemplated what he had told me. “You should try and get some sleep. Chi flows better when you’re not awake to mess with it. Plus it’s getting late, anyway.” I stole away to my cot and pulled the letter I had received the previous day from Jane, Benjamin’s mother. I re-read her delicate writing.

Maybe if I was a Knight, I could find Benjamin and help him escape the army. I had been traveling with Queen Lawrence and her Knights long enough to know what war could cause. I thought of Gero, back in the patients’ section of the healing tent. I shuddered to think that something like that could very well happen to my fiancé. And I wouldn’t even be there to heal him.

“Maybe Gero’s vision might actually happen,” I whispered.
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I was originally only going to have two parts, but I think a third is in order. THEN the adventure can begin.

[Macey]

WOW MARY.

Aweeeeesomeness. Can't wait for more!

Nice job!

[SweeneyxxTodd]

Has is seriously been almost three months since I updated my origin story?

Wow. Time flies.

Anyway, here we go with the third and final installment of my NK origin story. After this, anything I write for NK will be adventure stories.

Hope you enjoy it. I just found the document a few minutes ago and finished it up for you guys.
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Neutron Knight Origins: Emelia
Part Three

We weren’t able to save Gero’s arm. I tried my very hardest to cure the infection he had let happen, but it was too strong for the rose soap and nightshade paste. The night before we were to amputate, I sat beside him, talking about anything except what was going to happen. My goal was to get him as relaxed as possible without sedatives. That way we wouldn’t need to administer as much and he could recover quicker.

I have to say that I greatly admire his courage. After we amputated he never complained once. He even decided to start training me for Knighthood after only a couple days.

“Remember this is quality leather, Emelia,” Gero told me as I got in a fighting stance. “It is the best out there, but that doesn’t mean you waste it. Keep your strikes short and quick, and you won’t need to use them as much.”

I tucked my hair behind my ear and readjusted my grip on the whips I had bought. I narrowed my eyes at the crude dummy we had constructed for my battle training and drew my right arm back. With a quick swing of my arm and a snap of my wrist, I managed to wrap the whip around the dummy’s torso. I pulled with my right whip and cracked my left one at the same time. The dummy’s left arm plopped to the ground.

I brought my hand to my mouth and looked at Gero. “That isn’t going to happen with a real person, is it?”

He laughed, “Most likely not. Though if it ever does, I’d like to see it.”

“How effective will these whips be as weapons? Do you think I might ever need anything else?”

“Of course you will. But these will help you keep any attackers at a distance. Don’t risk hand-to-hand combat until you’re trained for it,” Gero leaned back against a tree trunk. “The Queen has decided to move the troops on, in hopes of claiming more land from Lord Strych.”

I fixed the arm back on the dummy and looked at him. “Will you have to fight?”

“Probably,” he sighed. “I’ve never fought with one arm before. I don’t know how much help I’ll be.”

“I’ll go with you.”

“You hardly know anything about battle, Emelia. I don’t want you rushing into it and getting yourself killed.”

“The nearest town under control of Lord Strych is a three week’s march from here. I have time to learn,” I twirled the whips over my head and cracked them so they wrapped around the dummy’s neck.

“Even then, all you’ll know is whips.”

“We’ll think of something, Gero. I can’t let you go out there alone. The other Knights will be busy fighting their own soldiers. None of them will have time to make sure you’re getting by. Someone has to help you,” I wiped my forehead and stared off at the setting sun. I rolled up my whips and watched the fiery sun drop lower until it hit the horizon. “I think it’s time we looked at strength potions.”

He looked confused. “What for?”

“You, of course. With the help of strengthening potions, your missing arm won’t be as much of a burden in battle. It’ll take some time to find the right ingredients, and the right potion. But we have plenty of time for that.”

Gero shrugged. “Let’s hop to it, then.”
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Two weeks passed, and I trained with Gero for the better part of each day. I researched late into the night for anything that might help create a good potion. I had collected ginseng, which would help increase energy and endurance, and clover, which would help protect him.

With only one week left until the battle, I decided to sneak away from dinner early one night and go to a nearby village to see if I could find any other herbs or plants that could help.

I wondered the streets of the market, walking past men selling bread and jewels and various meats. Off in a corner, where the lighting wasn’t as good, I found an old woman sitting quietly at a healing hut. I approached her and she smiled at me.

“Good evening, dearie. Interested in the art of healing?”

“Yes, ma’am. I’m looking for things that might help my friend. He is a soldier who recently lost his arm, and I wanted to make him something to help him out when he has to fight again next week.”

“Have you tried ginseng?” she reached over to a pile of leaves.

“Yes, I have plenty of that. I’ve also got a good deal of clover for protection. But I’m afraid it won’t be enough.”

“I see,” the old woman rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “How about a carnation? Those have been known to be quite helpful. There’s also mint and oak moss.”

“Do you have these things with you?” I asked.

“The mint and moss, yes. But you’ll need to go to a florist’s for the carnation. Miss Elaine a few doors down might still be open,” the woman filled a leather pouch with a few scoops of mint leaves, and wrapped a wad of oak moss in a small piece of linen before handing them to me. “That will be two bronze chips, miss.”

I took the herbs and scanned her dilapidated hut before pulling a silver chip out of my purse. “Thank you so much for your help, ma’am. You can keep the change.”

Following the woman’s instructions, I headed to the florist to buy two red carnations for the potion. With all the ingredients I needed finally gathered, I went back to camp and placed my things in my bag.


On the eve of Queen Lawrence’s ambush of Lord Strych’s village, I took a small copper pot from the cooks and ran off to my room to brew the potion. I boiled oil over a small fire and dropped the two carnations, mint, oak moss, and ginseng into the oil. I had to stir it until it was smooth and thin. Once this was done, I let it cool before pouring it into two flasks; one for me and one for Gero.

I placed some of the clover into two small leather pouches on strings, and crushed the rest into a paste which I set aside for the battle the next day. Gero had told me that once you fought a battle with the Knights, you became one. It was my last night as an imperial nurse, as a helpless woman unable to do more than fix the wounds of those fighting for the cause. Tomorrow, I would be part of that cause.
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Fin!

[ssj4majuub]

w00t Mawi-chan!

That was epic. xP

[SweeneyxxTodd]

Why thank you Izzy-sama. ^_^

[fierysue]

This is getting really interesting Mary! :D

You're a healer as well, like my character! :D We should compare treatments with each other or something... :P

Anyway, Gero is my new favourite OC... :D

[SweeneyxxTodd]

I know I love Gero too :D

I don't think I ever mentioned this, but Gero's name is important. It's a Basque name that means "future." Since Gero is a Seer (psychic) he sees the future. So that's why the NKs call him that.

And his original name, Alexander, is also important. Alexander means "defender of mankind" or "warrior" depending on where you look it up. All the NKs protect the people, and are warriors for the greater good. So, yeah. lol.

I had a specific reason for Gero's names. My NK, there's no real reason. Emelia is my middle name, and that's about it really.

[SweeneyxxTodd]

Quick question:

I've seen many other NKs continue to post in their origin threads, adding to the story even after it seemed like it explained their coming to Knighthood pretty fully.

I know my story isn't posted in or as well known as some of the others, like Mara's or Katie's, but for those who have read it, or part of it, do you want me to continue?