It didn't take Luke and his friends long to become great worriors for the Night Walkers.
It was as if the Lord himself gave them extra strength and wisdom to achieve every task set before them.

As for the young girl...
Luke made it his mission to see her safe.
Luke found a camp that trusts and believes souly on God,his Son and the Holy Spirit (The Trinity).
They even claim to already battle in the Spiritual Realm.
To protect those who are yet aware of the Spiritual Realm.
Before Luke went back to his horrid camp, they taught him and his friends a few things about the Spiritual Realms and to have eyes to see into it...

Luke was appointed to be Bruce's apprentice.
Bruce is one of those creatures but not a very great one, there are others stronger and more fierce than him.
Even Bruce quakes in the presence of the others.

At first Luke assumed his leader was going to be a harsh one, making him carry out, outrageous orders of slaughter and torture but he was wrong. Their missions consisted in capturing their victims alive and train them as their worriors.
In fact sometimes it was up to Luke to train a new group.
Only because Bruce saw how the youngsters were calmer around Luke and that Luke had more patients than his other trainers.
Luke also made progress unlike the other trainers.

"You must be an older bother...
Tell me Lukas.
What are your siblings like?
Do you miss them?" Bruce inquired as they sat on their over look, above their mountain camp.
Considering the evil of these people the camp itself had some charm, when there was no training, you could hear giggles of the younger children play practicing.
Any passerby would assume it was a normal camp.

Luke heeved a heavy sigh before responding.
"I have one brother.
I raised him since birth.
Our mother died right after he was born.
leaving me to be his parent.
He was a stubborn one.
When he was still too young to learn I tried to teach him to...
Well...
To fool your kind if he was ever captured..." Luke paused.
Bruce's laughter startled Luke as did the slap on his back.
"So how did that turn out?" Bruce was still chuckling.
"Sorry to report.
I failed.
He cried.
I took pitty and called it a day.
We never bothered with that training again till he was old enough to be trained.
He turned out to be a good fighter after all.
Stubborn but my best pupil I have ever trained." Luke solomly said.
Tears welled up, as Luke talked about his brother.
Luke could almost see Jame from that first failed training and the successful yet stubborn ones.
Bruce caught a glimpse of a stray tear trickling down Luke's cheek.
It didn't pain the creature that the boy was sad.
It pained or more angered Bruce to see such weakness in his best warrior and trainer.
But he knew the only way to get the boy to listen now was to sound sympathic.

"My boy, you can not let yourself dwell to much in the past.
Especially that one in particular, it will be the death of you.
What if you are faced with fighting one of those young warriors from the other camps?
How will you be able to succeed if you saw a boy your brothers age or with similar features?
He will most likely strike you before you could blink.
He will seize that moment because to him your his enemy.
I understand he is like a son to you.
Just like all of you are to me but if I let my heart lead, I would not be as strong as I am.
Lukas you need to burry your past before its to late." Bruce instructed. There was a sound in Bruce's voice that concerned Luke not to mention the awkward side hug Bruce locked him into, this is very unusual for the Creature.
Later that day Bruce had him do something that made Luke wish he could have stayed in that garden and never return to this Hell on earth.
"Today is your graduation Lukas.
You will be my commander but first, you must kill that scout." Bruce said as he led him through the woods and pointed to a young boy.

Luke looked at him with horror.
"Sir please don't make me do this!
I have done everything you asked of me but this...
I'm not ready for!
Not to mention look at him, he can't be no more than thirteen or younger. Wouldn't he be better a warrior for us instead?" Luke pleaded.

Bruce grew angry.
He took hold of Luke and slammed him into a tree and held his crood dagger against his throat.
"Either you kill that boy or I will!
Than I will throw you into the dungeon. Search for your baby brother, his friends and bring them here and slaughter them all in front of you and keep you alive just to torment you till the day you die." Bruce growled.
Luke could feel hot tears welling up, there was nothing he could do to stop them from flowing.
"What will it be boy?" Bruce hissed.
Luke looked over to the boy who was unaware of there presence.
"I will do it.
But you are never to mention my brother again or threaten his life ever again got it." Luke snapped.
Bruce narrowed his eyes at this now bold boy telling him what for.
Bruce could still easily slit his throat.
He eased his emotions considered the request a fare one.
"Fine...
Your brother dosen't exist to me." Bruce sneered as he shoved Luke in the scouts direction.

The boy never heard Luke come up behind him and cover his mouth to keep him from crying out.
Luke sobbed.
"Forgive me."
Before Luke gave the boy a fatal kill, he remembered a trick his dad taught him, (its way cooler than a sleeper hold) it would make anyone who'd check the body think it was dead but it wares off after you hit the pressure point again.
"Don't struggle.
I promise you will live." Luke whispered in the boy's ear.

"Well I didn't think you could do it and so hands on, no weapons, very barbaric yet clean...
I like it." Bruce sneered.
As he gave Luke a side hug.
"What do you want to do with his body?" Luke inquired.
"Leave it for the wolves, its almost feeding time." Bruce said as he walked away.
Luke made it look as if he was looking for valuables but he was in fact waking the boy up.

The boy gasped and almost cried out but Luke covered his mouth.
Luke looked to see if Bruce noticed but Bruce kept walking away towards camp.
"Be quiet boy.
Now stay laying here till I am gone, than get back to your camp.
Consider yourself lucky this time.
Don't ever let me catch you sneaking out of your camp again." Luke knew the boy was no scout he was to young, plus scouts go in groups.
"I don't have a camp." The boy whispered.
"You got to be kidding me...
See that tree over there?" Luke pointed in the distance.
"Yeah that's where I have been sleeping." The boy answered.
Luke's eyes grew wide.
"Okay...
Well I'll meet you there tonight.
I know a camp that will take you in." Luke said before he left.

Luke ate his meal while sitting next to Bruce at their usual table.
"Sir...
Permission to go to to my camping space?" Luke inquired.
Bruce looked at him for a moment.
"Still uneasy with your first kill I assume." Bruce smirked.
The thought that if he didn't remember that trick and had to actually kill the boy sickened Luke.
"Yes sir...
I tried to not let it bother me but..." Luke stopped as Bruce put his hand up an gently touched his shoulder.
"Say no more I understand.
First time is hard for anyone.
I am still trying to figure out how you boys got around killing to advance as far as you have in the first place.
Go stay out for as long as you need. When you come back I want my best trainer and worrior at my side again." Bruce said as he slapped Luke playfully on his back...

Luke packed some food and belongings that were for the boy not himself.
As Luke approached the tree he wandered if the boy even listened or could he actually be a young spy trying to set a trap for N.W.s.
That thought made Luke slow his pace and ponder giving up on the idea of helping some boy he doesn't even know. 'But what if it was James?
I would want someone to help him.' That very thought pushed out all the negative thoughts he had.

"You came back!" The boy ran up and gave him a hug.
Luke had to practicality pry the boy off. "Here I have some cloths and food for you, quickly change so we can get moving." Luke said as he shoved the pack into the boys arms.
"What's your name boy?" Luke inquired.
The boy giggled it sounded girlish to him but Luke figured he was still young, his vocals probably didn't change yet. "My name is Octavia." She boldly declared as she took a few bobby pins out and let down her beautiful black hair, she looked like Snow White but even more beautiful, she cleaned off her face with her old clothes.

"Your a girl?!" Luke said in surprise. "Yep...
Its easier for boys to get around but for me its not.
I have been nearly...
Well...
You know...
To also what you did to me.
Say what was that by the way?
You gotta teach me that trick.
What's your name by the way?" Octavia said as she gathered what ever belongings she had.
'Geesh she likes to talk fast.' Luke thought to himself as a smile graced his face.
There was something about the girl that brought him joy and peace like when he was in Jesus' garden.
"I'm Luke, as for my trick well that your gonna have to wait for.
We gotta move." He grabbed her arm and led her out of there.

It didn't take long for them to arrive at the camp he took the other little girl. Luke was hoping to see how she was doing.
That's when a little brown haired girl ran up calling out his name and jumped into his arms.
"Looks like you have a passion for saving girls." Octavia winked.
"Yeah well I can't help that you two have a passion for getting in trouble." Luke said as he tickled the little girl in his arms.
"Octavia, this is Sarah, Sarah ,Octavia. You two I hope will get along and that I'll get to see you both again soon." Both girls hugged Luke before he left.

Luke went back to his camp the next morning.
Luke was never going to share one personal information with Bruce or anyone ever again, he was determined to become just as ruthless as any worrior there.
At least make them think he was...
From that day forward Luke became feared by those who did not know who he truly was.
And loved by those he was able to get to the camp he took the two girls.
Little did Luke know the plan for him to be there for his brother wasn't the only plan set in place.
You see that camp now known as the Holy camp kept growing with warriors and Spiritually, all thanks to Luke who ironically saved children who's faith is strong all in their own unique way.

Fear struck those at the Holy camp when they heard a boy that was a Night Walker minion was captured by a camp intent on killing any of them without trial.
The boy fit the description of Luke.
The elders from the Holy camp set out to see if they could persuade them to hand over the boy.

"Your kind is mad!
Their souls are cursed!
What in your right minds makes you think one of their fowl kind can be saved!?
The best thing for us is to eradicate them all." The head council of the camp said as they led the elder and Octavia to the cells.
As soon as Octavia saw the boy she ran to his cage.
Thankfully it was not him.
But the condition the boy was in didn't matter if it was him, this boy needed help and fast.
"By order of the Holy camp I demand you release the boy into our care!" Octavia ordered.
The elder was taken by surprise of her warriors boldness.
"Lady Octavia!
Who gave you the right to speak so boldly?" The elder corrected.
"Now as my worrior so bodly demanded, I too must insist you comply. He is under our protection.
If you choose to disrespect our orders I will have no choice but to remove our protection from your camp." The Elder ordered.

Without hesitation the leader of the camp nodded to a guard to free the boy.
"This is abuse of your power!
One day you will lose all you have!" The leader snapped.
The Elder laughed.
"Child when the Lord himself says its okay to kill without trial or to kill people that we all know have been forced and brainwashed to be what they are I will comply.
As for that boy, all I see is a hurt child who needs our help and just might be freed from his bondage over his soul." The Elder explained, as Octavia led the boy out of there, all the while supporting his weight.

"Do you know Luke?" She asked him.
He looked over at her as they walked.
"I do, he taught me everything I know. I'm actually his apprentice.
We were attacked after we left a child in your camp.
We rescued him from our camp.
I guess they thought we were going to kill or steal the child..." The boy said.
"Are you talking about the boy we found in our cafeteria eating just about everything." Octavia giggled.
The boy smiled. "Your giggle is adorable...
Yes his name is Dove." The boy smiled and winked at Octavia.

As she helped him onto the wagon she asked where Lukas was last with him. "Look it doesn't matter that place isn't safe, let alone there's no way he survived the attack." The boy said harshly. Octavia grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him close, they were nose to nose, the boy had no problem with that, her scent was intoxicating.
"Luke is alive and I am going to bring him back if its the last thing I do!" She scolded.
The boy had a goofy grin plastered on his face which annoyed Octavia because the boy was a handsome specimen, plus he was interested in her.
'The boys back at camp, all they think about was fighting for our Savior.
Plus they were only interested in the other girls they known growing up.'

'Foolish girl he's a minion for the Night Walkers no matter how handsome he is they are never going to be anything but enemies.' She told herself.

"Your beautiful." The boy smiled.
That was the last straw, his flattery was not helping her get any closer to saving Luke, so she punched him knocking him out at the exact moment the Elder showed up.
"Octavia!?"

"He!...
I!...
Sorry...
I was trying to get info on where Luke is and all he keeps doing is flirting." Octavia snapped.
The elder couldn't help giggling. "Octavia you need to learn to control that temper of yours...
Young man...
Boy!" The Elder tried waking him.
"Can you tell us where young Lukas is?" The Elder asked.
"I could but it would do you no good... The land is filled with those creatures that even our leaders fear." The boy said as he rubbed his sore jaw.

Instantly Octavia knew the area.
She jumped on her horse and took off as both the boy and Elder yelled after her. There was no way he was going to let her go off alone, he jumped on someone's horse and took off.
Leaving the Elder to deal with the fact he just stole someone's horse.

"What are you doing?!
Your too wounded to help and there is no way your talking me into going back and leaving him out there!" Octavia snapped. "I can hold my ground, it takes alot to knock me flat...
You are either the most bravest girl I ever met or stupid." He smirked.
'Are you kidding me, this boy is begging me to put him into the ground.'
"How about you shut up and lead me to him or go back and get off my back before I put you in an early grave." Octavia snapped at him.
The boy laghed.
"If Luke was here he'd tell you there is no way to shut me up or ground me... By the way names Jasper." He smiled and gave her flirty eyes.
Octavia just rolled her eyes and tried not to say anything more.

As they were about to go into the bad lands where bandits, scavengers and all kinds of unknown horrid evil man eating creatures lived.
Jasper stopped his horse right on the border.
"We still have time to turn back." Jasper ordered..
Nay he pleaded.
Octavia scowled at the boy, she now had a name but refused to use, she noticed something, he was terrified, as if just taking one step across the line would be the very death of them.

"Look I can't just leave him knowing its a possibility he could be alive." Octavia said.
For once...
Well a second time with compassion towards Jasper.
Jasper sighed than started fidgeting with his gear.
"What are you doing?" Octavia inquired as she tried to crane her neck to see. "Well if you insist on this suicide mission you best be better equipped." Jasper said as he pulled out a pack filled with all sorts of dagger like weapons and a cloak.
"I am not putting on any Night Walker gear!" She snapped.
Jasper got off his horse nonchalantly walked over to Octavia and set the gear down.
Without warning he pulled her off her horse and pinned her to the ground.
"If I was a scavenger you'd be dead or worse, because one your a girl and two you dress like a chosen one.
Now if you wore the cloak no one would notice, plus they would assume your a Night Walker." Jasper let Octavia up.
She sat there with her bruised ego contemplating on whether to kill him or not.
'He dose make a valid point but than yet they were attacked.' Octavia pondered as she brushed herself off.

"If that cloak warns others that your a Night Walker, than why did you two get attacked?" She scolded and shoved Jasper out of her way.
"Well...
We didn't put them on." Jasper sheepishly said. 
Jasper looked at a rock he was kicking around.
"Fine but if I turn into one of those things its all your fault." Octavia snapped as she snatched the cloak and put the dagger belt on.
Jasper giggled.
Octavia glared at him again.
"First of all its not like a plague, you don't become them, your born them and second its best to keep the daggers hidden, you want the elimant of surprise." Jasper said as he demonstrated on putting the belt under the cloak.

As Octavia ready to mount back up on her horse Jasper sighed.
"What now, are you telling