[TheFightingSpirit]

Magi Tribe Short #2: Brad’s Story

So. Where to begin...

My name is Brad Reiter. I was born and raised in the great wild north, proper small town country, and, long story short, I’m now an education major at the University of Fort Lowsdale. I’m writing these unmailed letters for the sake of historical accuracy.

I think...

That’s not enough, is it?

Honestly, not a lot happened in my life until recently. I suppose I’ve become known for a sort of independent streak though. Everyone seemed to assume I’d stay in town for the rest of my life, like people always did. So like hell I was going to do that. Then people thought I should get a job instead of going to university. No point bucking the trend of the quintessential uneducated family right? Well, you can guess what happened there.

I must say, applying to UFL was probably the best thing I could have done with myself.

I’m not trying to be a cliche; I don’t mind my home town, I suppose. It’s just… I know that’s not all there is to the world. I’ve often thought it would have been simpler to remain blissfully ignorant on that front... Realising there are forces in the world looking to kill you, or worse, without reason or rhyme, kind of puts a dampener on the whole thing.

And that, dear friend, is where the Cross Rangers come in. I shouldn’t really be telling you about them. Dangerous secrets and all that. Heh, yeah, and maybe one day I’ll actually get around to doing something with these letters.

I’d seen them on the news, read a few blogs on them. I didn’t think much of it at first, since the government were all too happy to neither confirm nor deny their involvement in bringing the rangers together.

I certainly didn’t think them a menace like loads of people did at the time. I didn’t know what I thought, really. I couldn’t understand them. Heroism seems a bit too much like hard work to me.

You always think you know how you’ll react in any given situation. People are so sure of themselves. I was always so sure of myself. The rangers moved in across the landing, one thing lead to another and they turned up at my door telling me I was some sort of mage - sorry Magi - like it was some how my duty to join them, become a cross ranger and do battle with evil.

Yeah ... but it sounded all a bit too much, know what I mean?

I think it was probably morbid curiosity more than anything that lead me to follow them out into the field to confront the Howlerdillo. I told myself I’d keep a cool head and observe. That thing was fucking huge (pardon the language).

Seriously though.

I guess confronted with hardship the brain does funny things. I soon found I was talking myself round to their cause. And that, as they say, was one step too far out onto the slippery slopes of destiny.

I always thought I’d buck the trend. When someone told me to do something, I’d do the opposite. That thought never crossed my mind when confronted by the prospect that I could be a hero. As soon as my brain cleared and instinct kicked in… I was a Cross Ranger.

The military doesn’t suit me. Then again, I don’t think I ever knew what suited me. Whatever happened next, being the Green Cross Ranger definitely suited me. No doubt about it. Good thing I had no clue what the future held for us then or I might have chosen differently otherwise.

Regards,
Brad.

o0o

Been a ranger for a few weeks now, and damn is it tiring.

The other day we were battling this mutant who… okay it doesn’t really matter.

Here’s the problem: this mission of ours is pretty damn important, even I can see that, but I haven’t seen my friends in days. They ask me if I want to hang out this evening, automatically I say I can’t. I’m just so worn out on it all. I wish it was easier to balance friendship outside of being cross ranger, but it’s not.

Maybe when all this is done I can have a life again.

Regards,
Brad.

P.S. Ken, Rob and the others are great, nice people, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes I wonder if we’re just too different, you know? Do they like music, animation, video games? I literally have no idea aside from a little common ground with Ken. If I said RWBY what would he say?

But I guess it doesn’t make much of a difference at the end of the day. We’re here to fight injustice, not chin wag.

o0o

It keeps me awake at night. It keeps me distracted in lectures.

Can we defeat the Black Water? Surely they’ll just keep coming back until every last drop of the stuff is eradicated.

Definitely sound’s like my whole life’s work is planned out for me…

We’ll have to see about that.
Regards,
Brad

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