text: Year 5
  
  You are sitting in a gray room at a desk with several other children your age. All of you glance at each other a lot and it is obvious that there is much curiosity, but nobody speaks. This is very unusual for you, up until now, you have only had minimal contact with others. Most of them are male like you, but a few of them are female.
  
  Soon the silence comes to an end when a dark skinned woman walks into the room. She has long hair and sharp features. One thing you notice is that despite her long hair covering her ears you can still see that the tips of them are pointed. She must be elven, but in the pictures you've seen in books, you've never seen one with dark skin before.
  
  "Hello children, and congratulations on maintaining dignified silence during your time by yourselves. It's nice to see that your previous human minders aren't totally incompetent. Still, if you were Svelk children you would've been much better trained by now. Ah, but it is not my place to dwell on the limitations of the lesser born. I am merely here to oversee your training into proper Eternals so that you may serve the Emperor to your fullest capabilities. Now before we begin, I suggest you all ask questions now, because this will probably be the only time I will be in the mood for your ignorance."
  
  For a moment nobody speaks, but when the elven lady insists, one brave soul raises their hand.
  
  "Yes, you."
  "Are you an elf?"
  "Yes, I am. While the ignorant would use the vulgar term dark elf to describe me, my kind are more properly known as the Svelk. In fact WE are the purest of the elven race. All others you may have the misfortune of meeting are merely diluted members of our bloodline. They are truly pitiful creatures really only fit for extermination. Remember this."
  
  "Yes, you."
  "What is your name?"
  "My name is unimportant, but you and the rest will always address me as Mistress. Failure to do so will earn my wrath, and more importantly the wrath of the Emperor. Remember this."
  
  "Yes, you."
  "What will you teach us?"
  
  A second passes after the question, when a small bolt of light from the Svelk's finger tips and hits the child in the chest asking the question. He falls backwards out of his chair and on to the floor. The rest of you jump in your own chairs and look back at him. He is breathing very erratically.
  
  "I will teach you to OBEY my commands when I give them!" Mistress shouts, she then warns the rest of you.
  
  "Don't you dare touch him, let alone help him! (Sigh) And here I thought you lot had been trained better! It occurs to me that I will have to be extra strict in my discipline. As to the question about what I will teach you...  I will teach you to be warriors. I will teach you to be wizards if you display the talent. I will teach you to shed yourselves of weakness. I will teach you to serve the Emperor without question and kill without mercy and you will always obey for you will find strength in obedience. You will find joy in order. You will find love in murder. You shall be instruments of terror and genocide if he so wishes it. You will be Eternals... or you will die. Remember this."
  
  After Mistress' speech, the child she struck down eventually struggles back up and gets back in his seat, clutching his chest and still wheezing.
  
  "I trust you have learned your lesson?"
  "Y... yes... Mistress... " he gasps.
  "Good, now one more question before we begin... you there. What is your question? Speak up!" Mistress demands while pointing at you, though you have not raised your hand.
  
  You don't wish to disagree with Mistress, so you stumble and try to think up a question.
  
  "Uh... er... I was just wondering when will you teach us to fight Mistress?"
  Mistress raises an eyebrow and gives a smirk as she approaches you.
  "Fight? And what makes you think that YOU are even ready to learn yet? Do you have even the slightest knowledge of combat tactics?"
  "No, Mis... " before you can even complete the sentence Mistress knocks you out of your chair with a quick jab with her hand, the pain from your face spreads to your chest when Mistress steps on it with her boot. She digs it into you and presses all her weight on it, while the rest of your class looks on.
  
  "Damn right, no you don't. You weren't even alert enough to anticipate my attack. You let me get in close and now look at you, you're completely at my mercy. I am in a position to do whatever I like with you, while you are only in a position to beg or die. So what will it be worm? Are you going to beg for your miserable life, or should I save the Empire's time and money by killing you now?"
  > struggle
  The pain is great and you want it to be over with as quickly as possible, but you know to beg for mercy would be shameful and you don't want to die so you desperately try to push her boot off of you. Naturally you are unsuccessful and this response only enrages her further.
  
  "Insolent fool! I said beg or die! Those were your choices and you dare defy my orders?" Mistress exclaims and takes her boot off of your chest, only to begin kicking and stomping on you. You try to escape, but she bends down and roughly picks up by the collar. "Don't you dare try to run while I discipline you! YOU...  WILL...  O...  BEY!" Mistress says while slapping your face at intervals of her verbal abuse. Finally she throws you to back to the floor.
  
  "Now get back in your seat and never defy me again! Your life is nothing! ALL of your lives are nothing! Your lives will never be anything more than warm bodies to serve the Emperor! And you will not even be able to live up to that honored status, if you do not learn obedience. Remember this."
  
  At this point you stagger back in your seat, aching all over. It hurts a lot, but despite the beating, you don't feel fear, instead you feel anger. Anger at Mistress certainly, but more at yourself for being so powerless.
  
  Time passes by under the harsh guidance of Mistress. She teaches you all that she promised she would and then some. Your lessons are not only that of a combat nature, but of an academic one as well. You wouldn't be aware of it, but you and your classmates are probably much better educated than other children your age.
  
  As for you, Mistress rides you the hardest for defying her. There are more than several times where she basically pits the rest of the class against you during the combat training sessions. You suffer horrible beatings most of the time, but eventually you adapt and manage to hold your own until Mistress finds yet another way to make the fight unfair. You are obedient and follow the orders of Mistress, but internally you are harboring thoughts of resentment, hatred and defiance towards her. And so what if you are? She isn't the Emperor. That's the only person you really have to revere.
  
  Your personality doesn't go unnoticed by your instructor and watchers, they make note of it and decide how you should be handled in the next step of your training.
  
  Year 12
  
  You are in a room by yourself sitting in a chair. Everyone else in your class has been separated for reasons unknown to you. All you know right now is Mistress is speaking with a well dressed man. They are speaking about you, but not actually speaking TO you... 
  
  "So just this one? Are you sure?" the well dressed man asks.
  "Should be thankful you have even that. The last pathetic batch of humans you had me train didn't even survive, let alone get this far. However this one is the closest for your purposes. Though by Svelk standards he would be put in the slave pits and the rest of your so called Eternals would be killed for their poor performance." Mistress mocks.
  "Hmm, yes and that's why your own society is doing so well now. No, we will still find uses for the others. Perhaps as military officers, or even members of the Shadow Guard and they will still be of great service to the Emperor. Still, I wish we had more than just one, oh well he will have to do. We will improve the results of the Eternal Program with the next group."
  
  At this point Mistress begins laughing.
  
  "Is something amusing?"
  "Yes, yes it is. Extremely. You humans and your grand schemes to hold on to power, do you really believe that this Eternal program of yours is going to make a difference? Potential external threats are the least of your concerns. Your Empire is rotting from within and your territory is succumbing to chaos every day."
  "And I suppose you would be an expert on such things, seeing as your own people experienced this millennia ago and still haven't even managed to rebuild a cohesive unified government again, while your so called lesser cousins have thrived."
  "My people were conquering this world and more, while yours were still bumbling around trying to figure out how to make fire like the pack of monkeys you evolved from! And our rulers were the gods themselves, not petty dictators who think they are!"
  "Yes and again I ask, what are your people doing now? They're a race of scattered mercenaries selling their services to the highest bidders with no sense of loyalty to anyone, but to themselves. Speaking of which, you are merely a guest within the Empire. While your services are valuable to us, if you speak ill of the Emperor again you can always be replaced by another money whore of your kind."
  
  Mistress' eyes narrow and she quickly grabs the man holding a dagger to his throat before speaking.
  
  "Fortunately for you, this job is paying very well. For that is the only thing keeping me from slitting your throat. Never speak to me that way again human... now leave so that I may train this so called Eternal." She says and releases him.
  
  The well dress man looks a bit shaken up, but he composes himself.
  "You will keep me apprised of his progress on a weekly basis, and this incident will not be forgotten!" He says and walks quickly out of the room.
  
  At this point Mistress turns to you, and you fully expect to receive a beating, but instead she questions you.
  
  "So, what did you think of that little exchange?"
  "It is not my place to give an opinion on the debates of my superiors. I am merely here to be trained by you so that I may better serve the Emperor." You say.
  "Yes, yes, yes, very nice safe and boring answer, but what do you REALLY think... I order you to tell me."
  
  You pause to gather your thoughts and then speak.
  
  "I think it is odd that you are not an Empire citizen and hold no loyalty to him, yet you are training me Mistress."
  "Ha ha ha, yes well it is an odd situation, but not an uncommon one. You will find that many make compromises in life."
  "But Mistress, how can you tell me to believe in something, that you yourself do not believe in?"
  "It's easy. I'm just saying what they would have me say. What do I care, I'm profiting greatly from this and at the end of the day I'm the one coming out ahead. But I think you need a better example than me, a more personal one... namely yourself."
  
  You look confused, before Mistress continues.
  
  "You hate me. I know you do, do not deny it. You don't want to put up with me, yet you obey my commands without question. Why?"
  "Because you are my superior Mistress, and you have been ordered... paid to train me, by the Emperor."
  "Ah, so if I was training you, and the Emperor was not involved, you would still obey my commands?"
  "Perhaps I would Mistress, since I would most likely be killed by you if I didn't obey, as you are far more skilled than I am. I would obey until there was a way to somehow kill you or even escape.
  "Interesting... so you would compromise you beliefs."
  
  You didn't think about it like that, but you quickly think up a retort.
  
  "No Mistress, I do not believe it would be a compromise, I would be ensuring my survival so that I may serve the Emperor longer."
  "Ha ha, if you say so. But tell me, does the revelation that not everyone praises your Emperor discourage or shake your own loyalty to him?"
  "No Mistress."
  "Why not? You surely know that all of this is propaganda. You've never even met your Emperor. He could be an idiotic cripple for all you know."
  "It doesn't matter Mistress, I wouldn't even be here if not for him. I am being trained to be an Eternal, something he himself ordered. Because of that, I already know I have been given the highest honor and a better chance than most. I owe this training, this loyalty, and this life to him regardless of what others might think."
  
  Mistress just nods at your answer, there is no sneer or smirk in her face this time. She has perhaps a look of semi-respect for you.
  
  "Very well, let us begin your training Eternal... "
  > Continue
  Year 16
  
  You stand alone before Mistress face to face in the room you've been trained in by her for the past four years. You're training has been grueling to say the least, you've been forced to fight various beasts and people using traditional weapons as well as battle magic. You've been subjected to harsh environment conditions not to mention the psychological torture that Mistress seems to enjoy. You can't imagine that your classmates had training this tough.
  
  "Today is the big day Eternal. Today is the day you get to kill me with your own bare hands." Mistress says with her usual wry smile. "Think you can handle that?"
  "If that's what my training entails today, I shall certainly do my best, Mistress."
  "Your best won't be good enough I assure you. Better you should just accept your death now or beg for mercy... but I believe we know you won't do either of those things mainly because you're too stupid to know your place."
  "If you say so Mistress."
  
  Mistress' smile becomes a disappointed frown. She would prefer you to fear her, but that's no longer going to happen so she'd at least like you to get angry which does happen from time to time. It isn't always easy maintaining a detached demeanor given how much abuse you've put up with, but if you've learned anything, it annoys the hell out of her.
  
  "Your attempt at remaining emotionless just continues to prove what a mindless fool you are. Attempting to show bravery when today is the day you know you're... "
  
  And before she can even complete her sentence you throw a punch at her face. She dodges, but doesn't quite make it and part of your fist hits the side of her cheek, which staggers her backwards.
  
  You press your attack with another punch, but are blocked when she throws up her hand creating a force shield.
  
  "Too bad, that was the only chance you're going to get." She says and knocks you to the ground with sweeping kick to your feet.
  
  You barely have to time to roll out of the way before Mistress conjures some sort of magical sword in her hand and tries to impale you with it. You get enough distance to cast firebolts at her, but again she blocks them with her barrier. She counters with some sort of ice cone, which covers you in frost and chills you to the bone before you can counter it with your own barrier.
  
  Mistress is relentless with casting spell after spell and you're getting weaker with each passing moment just trying to keep up your defenses. Mistress' magic is not only stronger than yours, but she's also had a lot more experience in maintaining her stamina while using it. If you keep this up, she'll kill you for sure.
  
  "I've seen better magic cast by half blind hedge wizards!" Mistress mocks and casts a poison cloud that suddenly envelops you within your own protective barrier. You instantly feel sick and stagger out of the cloud, dropping your barrier in the process.
  
  Taking advantage of your distraction she throws her magic sword which probably would've decapitated you had you not had your head down and vomiting up a bit of blood at the time. As it stands you merely feel the blade graze the top of your head.
  
  You look up just in time for her to conjure a new weapon, which materializes in her hand. You waste no time in conjuring one of your own to deflect the second attack she attempts to bring down on your head.
  
  "Quit struggling monkey. You're no match for me in martial combat either!"
  
  She might be right, but just like when you were five, you're not going to just accept death. With all your might you push her back with your weapon and then drop it only to grab her by the wrist with both hands and break it. Mistress makes a yelp and drops her weapon.
  
  She kicks you in the crotch and punches you in the side of the head with her one good hand. You feel pain, but try to ignore it as you trade another couple of punches and kicks with her before pulling her to the floor while crushing all your weight on her left arm which you were still holding by her broken wrist. The pair of you rolls on the floor for a moment and at this point you're severely bleeding from scratches on your face and head. She must've had a hidden blade on her as well because you definitely feel one go into your back and being twisted around. She attempts to bite your throat out, but you headbutt her in the nose and rotate her around with her left arm. You break it to the point where the bone has snapped out from the skin. She stifles her urge to cry out and instead tries to break free, but you're doing the best you can to prevent her from going anywhere by pressing all your weight on her and using your free hand to reach around to choke her.
  
  The pair of you are a mess, but that's not the weird part, the weird part is you're starting to get... excited.
  
  "(Gasp) I can feel your enthusiasm... pressing into me. Well... (gasp) is it everything you expected Eternal?" Mistress asks, which catches you so off guard you release your grip from her neck.
  
  Heavily panting and trying to push herself up off the floor with her good arm. Mistress turns her head enough so she can see your face. Her eyes still display that coldness you're used to, but there's something else there. Something... seductive.
  
  "I bet right now, you don't know whether to kill me...  or fuck me."
  "Wha... what?" you exclaim.
  "Don't deny it... you've always wanted me in this way. I know how you've looked at my body lustfully during our training sessions. I know your violent primal urges. All the hatred you've built up over the years for me could only be unleashed in this way. The need to conquer and defile your enemy in every way imaginable. And who am I, but your enemy? Finish it Eternal or am I mistaken and you're lacking in that simple task as well?" She says and begins to laugh.
  
  Her taunts, her laughter, everything about her are enough to put you over the edge. The twisted thing is she's right. You do feel some sort of... the word isn't attraction... you don't know what the correct word for it would be, but you feel it.
  
  You release her arm and painfully pull the bloody dagger out of your back to slice the back of her form fitting clothing and rip most of it off of her. While she continues to taunt you, you toss the dagger aside, proceed to pull down your own breeches and thrust into her roughly from behind.
  
  From there it gets surreal as she goes from continuing to taunt you and what are presumably sounds of ecstasy. She even demands that you to continue choking her. All of this puts you in such a state of confusion that you have a hard time even finishing. This whole experience is quite unknown to you as you've only read about such activities, but certainly never engaged in them. Surely, it isn't always like this?
  
  When you've finished you briefly collapse backwards which is all the time Mistress needs to gain her advantage. She grabs the bloody dagger you pulled out your back and stabs you in the leg with it. You think she was aiming higher, but you managed to drag yourself out of the way in time to avoid such a grievous injury. Unfortunately she still manages to cast some sort of force spell and slam you against the wall with it. You can't move no matter how hard you try. Mistress, naked and bloodied from your battle approaches you with one useless broken arm and her other hand up keeping the spell with the cruel smile on her face you're used to seeing.
  
  "Look at you, you're already spent." she remarks getting closer to you as you feel her spell continuing to crush you into the wall.
  
  "All right. That will do. I don't know what the point of all this was, but I'm putting an end to it right now." Mr. Mol suddenly says. You didn't even see him enter the room, though you were sort of pre-occupied.
  "Mmm, interesting that you waited until after the floor show before putting an end to it Jacob. Did our actions excite you as well? Maybe you could've joined in or perhaps you just like to watch. Yes, I imagine watching is something a eunuch like yourself is only capable of."
  
  Mistress releases her spell as Mr. Mol comes closer to the pair of you. You slump to the floor exhausted.
  
  "The Emperor says he's ready now and there is no more need to test him." Mr. Mol says.
  "Maybe not for your precious Emperor, but I needed to test him for myself." Mistress replies.
  "For what purpose?"
  "Just to see if he was up to the challenge, but he was severely lacking in every way just as I suspected. Take your creation Jacob, I am done with him."
  
  Still in discussion with Mr. Mol, Mistress isn't paying attention to you at all. You are beneath her notice now and you aren't sure if that makes you madder than the fact that she just defeated you in battle when you thought for sure you had her beat. You stare at the dagger in your leg and think how easy it would be to use it on that bitch while she isn't paying attention.
  > stab Mistress with the dagger
  Mistress has been playing sadistic sick games with you for years and now she's just "done" with you? There is no way you're going to let her continue to walk this world.
  
  You pull the dagger out of your leg and as quietly as you can you stand up. Unfortunately Mr. Mol spoils your surprise attack by noticing you and speaking.
  
  "You. Report to the medical... hey what are you doing?" he says realizing that you're now rushing as fast as you can with dagger in hand.
  
  Mistress turns around just in time to stop you plunging the dagger into her. She casts some sort of lightning bolt into your chest with her hand good hand, which throws you back into the wall. Your whole body goes into a convulsion from the shock.
  
  "Insolent worm! You dare to continue with your foolish attempt to kill your betters? Since you obviously failed to learn this lesson, I'm going to have to teach it to you again!" Mistress shouts before unleashing another lighting blast and this time she hits you with a continual charge.
  
  Your body begins to sizzle from the inside out and the last thing you hear is Mr. Mol screaming at her to stop as the Emperor wants you alive.
  
  "The Emperor's just going to have to make a new Eternal then, because this one's done." She replies and kicks your blackened burned body.