Traitor by Abiran Raveenthiran (comprehension books TXT) 📕

I earned by place among the Legendaries who are legendary heroes that protect people of the country. They are only brought out when a problem arises and are trained to their full extent to unlock many powers that the average person has not come across. The problem that has aroused is a war between the Dark and Light. It is destroying the lived of millions that live between the two groups. There are different tribes that exist between the two groups and are separated by their types. Each type earns one spot in the group of legends; fire, water, grass, electricity, and earth.
The way people of this country fight are by changing to their energe form, which is based off of type, personality, ancestors and many other factors. They can evolve as time progresses to much powerful beings.
I represent the water tribe in the Legendaries. We have not yet been able to work as a team but have surpassed a few problems that have come our way. Due to our first failed mission we have lost one of our prized members and also our leader who left us.

Neel saved us from the ropes with a simple spell and brought us back home. After our loss on our first mission Aalok has been missing. That made me leader until he comes back. We looked around for many days but were unable to find him. Eventually, we decided that soon he would join us once again. We trained for many years under secrecy since we did not want the Dark Lord to find us. At the moment the Light Lord does not know if we will help him and does not want to attack us and get more enemies.
Since that mission, we as a team have dedicated our time and energy to fully training and learning theory. For many months we went without a day of practise to becoming stronger. We did succeed in our mission to becoming stronger. We began to trust each other more. Although, I knew it was not enough for when we battle, but it would mean we were that much closer as a team.
Shaurya and Vivaan had grown even closer than before. They had become like brothers. It also showed in their fighting techniques. They could fight in a synchronized style which helped support one another. At times, I get worried that they will begin to rely too much on each other and not be able to fight by themselves, so I make them fight separately once in a while.
Avni and I also had grown very close. She seemed to understand me more than the rest of the group. I had only seen her energe form during our training periods. She was a griffin. Since she was also a creature with wings I helped her learn how to fight in the air. She had not practised much in her energe form and felt comfortable in her normal form. We did learn a few combinations that would help us if we needed it.
Neel had also taught us a lot about the past and history of the Legendaries. We also learned about other countries that I had not heard of. I also felt that when we asked questions he always neglected a few to hide some information from us. This happened for almost a year. It was constant training and learning.
One day Neel called all of us into the mediation room. It was the other side of the building from the training room. By the time I got there, everyone was already seated in a circle around Neel. I quietly sat down beside Avni and Vivaan. “Now that everyone is here I would like to begin our conversation. I know that everyone has a drive and many secrets that they would like to hide from the rest of the group. There are personal secrets that others should not know about but by since you have joined the Legendaries you must all learn to become one person. You must all understand one another to be able to predict their actions. I have taken the time to research about each of your pasts. I know that there are many tragic events that took place in your lives so I think it is time to tell everyone about them. There are certain things that are hidden from you because of the perspective you experienced them in so I think it is time to learn about the truth of each of your stories. You must choose among each other for who will go first. Just know that eventually all of the stories will come out.”
I had a queasy feeling in my stomach. I did not want everyone to know about my secrets and my drives. It is what makes it mine and I could not give them up that easily. But then again it may increase our ability to believe in each other as a team.
“I will go first.” said Avni. I did not expect anyone to voluntarily go first. It did begin to get the gears in my brain turning. What secrets was everyone else hiding? Did Avni have a tragic past? I had a million other questions in my brain and tried so hard not to blurt them out.
“I have nothing to hide and am proud of my past.” said Avni. She was so confident and so brave. She has changed much since I first met her. I supposed everyone has changed over the course of many months of training.
“First you tell your side of the story but use your memories from in your head to show us the past. This way there will be nothing hiding from the story and everyone will be able to feel your emotions.
“Okay. I will try my best.” said Avni. With that our minds communicated with telepathy and we were sucked into Avni’s mind.

I looked up at a person who gave me a warm feeling inside. He wore a sweater and there was something funny about him. This was probably someone close to Avni. I was in one of Avni’s memories. The person picked up young Avni and spun her around. It felt as if he was doing it to me because I was looking at him from her eyes. I could hear laughter coming from a small child. This person was very close to her. Then I heard a voice in my head. This is my father. He is mentally handicapped.I was the world to him and he was the world to me. He did everything in his life to support my well-being. Even though he was mentally handicapped, he always thought about me and did stuff for me. He was so caring and so innocent.

Then we were transferred into another memory. This memory was with young Avni and her father walking through the fields. He worked on the farm. He did not make much and was helped by the neighbours to tend to them. They would guide him to doing the tasks and he would complete them to the best of his ability.

Avni spoke in our head again. He also told me the most hilarious explanations to my questions since he was not the brightest. We can hear young Avni and her father talking. “Dad, why are the trees so big?” said Avni. “Because the . . . their parents are big.” replied her father thinking about the answer. We were so close. Almost, inseparable. He could not stand leaving me at school and staying home.

Eventually I had to go to school. I learned a lot from my favourite math teacher Mrs. Green.

An image flashed in my head. She had similar hair and lips as Avni. She was much taller and looked very intelligent with her glasses. I excelled in her classes and she gave me extra help when I needed it. We became very close. One day there was a ceremony with all of the students who excelled in class. I was invited because I had one of the top marks. I invited my dad to come see me while I get the trophy. I was so proud of myself for achieving this.

We were transported to a memory with Avni walking on the stage and receiving a medal from an old man. She wore a huge grim on her smile.
This is when everything went wrong. We were still in the same memory. I saw her dad sitting in the first row and was clapping while moving his body in different ways. Suddenly, Mrs. Green ran up to Avni’s father and hit him in the gut. Avni’s father went flying back and whore a surprised expression on his face. I could see the hit ripple along his body. It was a solid blow. It was not like a normal person could hit that easily. She must have been trained in a few forms of martial arts.
Small Avni ran to her father and tried to cover her with her body while yelling stop to her teacher. There were tears pouring down her face. The people around did not do anything to try to help. Instead, they stood in a circle around the situation and were watching. With one more hit Avni’s father blacked out. He lied there motionless. Mrs. Green took Avni and forced her to follow her. Avni screamed and trashed but it was not use, Mrs. Green was too strong.
I do not know why but Mrs. Green made me stay at her house. I was not allowed to leave and my dad was unable to see me. I was very young and did not understand what was going on. For many months I was trapped in Mrs. Green’s house. She was nice to me but never allowed me to leave the house. She tried to be as nice as possible but I hated her for separating me from my father. Sometimes I would look outside and see him trying to peek through the window from across the street.

We were sent to another memory where we