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Excerpts from Dmitri’s diary.....
"I only write this because I realize it will help to clear my mind of
unwanted thoughts, otherwise it
would remain unknown. The first time it happened, I was very young, age 6
I recall, and thus have a young boy's memory of the Event.
I was being teased in school by several older boys The teasing had
turned into a beating when a loud rushing of air thunder clapped around the
combatants. The boys that had
been punching and kicking me lay on the ground, their eardrums popped, and blood coming from
their noses. I lay on the ground
stunned by what had just happened. "At the age of 12 father sent me to BladeMaster Reginald Ospree, His Majesty's Secret Service, Retired. Father was an accomplished bladesman as well, so of course that's what I wanted to be. Ospree worked me until I couldn't lift my eyeballs...Then he worked me some more. Ospree said to me,"Dmitri, I'm going to make you the best damn BladeMaster this world has ever seen." He may have, according to some. I truly liked him though and he was an easy man to get along with, as long as you were always busy doing exercises. I took his eccentric, disciplined views of life, the ways of the BladeMaster, as my own. I wanted to be seen as good in Ospree's eyes, as well as fathers. One day Ospree asked me what weapon of his I wished to take as my own. The catch was I would need to best him to possess it. I did so, though with some effort." " At the age of 16 I earned my appointment as a midshipman to the Militia Academy. I wished to be a pilot, unlike my statesman father who wanted me to follow in his footsteps, so I entered flight training school at the Academy. I must admit that I was an excellent student. By graduation four years later, I could out fly all but one of the academy instructors." "I was 18 when the second Event happened. I was in the simulator with my rear Jonnie 'Snoop' Doggins when the machine just went crazy. It began sparking and jumping and was on its way to a nasty accident. Once again without conscious thought the Event manifested itself. It launched its terrible powers at the main computer of the base, which was right next to the simulator. The poor computer never knew what hit it. It took days to get the base up and running again. Needless to say, I was blacklisted at the Academy, and so was Snoop. Guilt by association and a nasty run in with the Academy Commander over his daughter placed him on the Commander's list as well...Snoop was quite the ladies man. We did graduation though, with high honors, thanks to father." "Two years later, when I was 20 and a freshly barred Lieutenant, I was the Russian/American entry into the Olympics for the Epee'. It was during the last bout of the finals that the third Event took place. The Frenchman I was besting tried to use his weak psi-powers to win the match. When he made the attempt, (I never have figured out what he was trying to do) The Event took over. It was the first time the Event had seriously injured someone, and I am still bothered by it. The match was called. and we were both disqualified for using psi-powers at a non-psi event though there was no rule that stated you couldn't defend yourself against an attack. I ended up in the hospital though, the blast was very strong and knocked us both back several dozen meters. During my stay, a mysterious package came to my room. In it was a gold medal. The note enclosed said simply, 'We think you deserve this.' " Dmitri Savant
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