- Invitation Status
- Look for groups
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- Speed of Light
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- After 11pm EST
- Writing Levels
- Beginner
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Transgender
- Futanari
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Yuri, Yaoi (if there is a crossdresser), Furry, Romance, School Life, Fantasy, Sci Fi, Modern, etc. I'm pretty open minded
Prologue
A Night to Remember
This is the story of the Brave Brigade, the first members of the Resistance. Their origins is usually told to new recruits but many different tales have been spun, the original tale having become a tall tale. But the older members tend to remember it all started with a pair of siblings that had lost everything only to rebuild and become stronger in the face of adversary so that they could keep others from experiencing what they had to. Along the way they encounter others that they helped and in return they received aid in their cause. These first members of the Resistance would later become legends but the siblings however became myth. The siblings found the Resistance but before that they were mere children born to honest farmers in a small obscure village. . .
Another peaceful night started to descend upon the village of Yaga. All the villagers were getting ready to sit down at the table for dinner or finishing some last minute chores. Crickets chirped in unison, singing an all too familiar song while the fireflies seemed to dance to the tune. The wind had even calmed from earlier in the day. Everything seemed so peaceful that even the small militia that guarded the village against bandits believed they could have a relaxed night.
Leon Rostov leaned back in his chair as his eyes looked at the door. His older sister was uncharacteristically late and for once it wouldn't be him catching their parents’ scolding. His attention was turned to the sound of a bowl placed in front of him. “Thanks mom.” He said, while his mother just offered a smile. For as long as he could remember, their mother had been a mute but she still had a way to scold her children. Leon rather get yelled at by their father than face the silent rage that was their mother. When he reached to take a spoonful of soup, his mother slapped his hand with a wooden spoon and shook her head.
“Wait til your sister gets here. We are family so we shall eat as one.” His father said from across the table, his eyes looking up from his book at his son. Leon inwardly cursed the pain his hand felt, their mother never held back. “Yeah okay, but mom don't hit me so hard next time otherwise, how will I pull back my bowstring?” He teased as his mother rolled her eyes. He looked over at their father who had resumed reading his book. Their father had said before he had used to be a tutor for the more privileged until he met their mother who was just a mere peasant girl working as a servant that no one really paid attention to. He gave up everything to start a new life with her in Yaga where he picked up being farmer rather quickly. Their father always said he never regretted his decision, the quiet village life was so much better than the loud and busy city life. He even mentored his kids but Leon never could catch on the book learning.
Leon sighed as his eyes went back to the door. His sister was usually here before him. He didn't know if he should be worried or happy. He loved his older sister but at times she could be a pain for him to deal with. She was always the least likely to get in trouble with their parents and when she did, somehow her punishments always seemed easier than his. A little part of him resented her for that but she was always there for him when they were kids. More than once had she gotten him out of a rough spot. He snapped out of his thoughts as the door opened.