5 Granted: Chapter 2

OK, I've gotten a few emails about how weirdly he talks. If you need any translations, just ask in the comments.
I have to make the chapters longer.
PAY ATTENTION TO THIS PART: INSTEAD OF THE IMAGE I POSTED BEFORE, MAKE THE SHADOW GENERAL THE GUY FROM THE THIRD PICTURE FROM THE POST RIGHT BEFORE THIS. (Oh, yeah: I'm naming the Shadow General after my helper with the Exorcism series: Caleb.)
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This was far better than immortality. 
I'd rather live five minutes of pure freedom than 700 years of strict palace life. 
Suddenly, my face made contact with wet dirt. There's a name for that, isn't there?
Mud, I think.
'Catch him!' seemed to be the only words I heard.
Scrambling up, I pull out my golden bow. 
"WAIT! Don't get near him! He's a granted!" The king yelled. 
A frown appeared on my face as the soldiers running towards me froze in place.
One of the soldiers looked angry. "You never thought to tell us our General Head Knight was one of the 5 Granted?"
Now I was just annoyed. "What the heck is a granted?"
The soldier growled. "Feigning innocence, are you? Don't act clueless, you mage. You know you were born with the Granted Magic of the Shadows."
"I'm sorry to say I don't understand your meaning of speech?" I shrugged and gripped my swords. 
They rushed at me.
Okay, okay. I do have reflexes and great fighting skills. But this?
Freaking THREE HUNDRED SOLDIERS were coming at me!
The next thing I did confuses me to this day.
I didn't know what it meant. 
I didn't know what I was saying.
All I knew was that it worked.
"O ARCHER: LORD, GRANT ME THE ASTRONOMICAL POWER OF THE DARK UNIVERSE!"
My eyes were shocked, the darkness reigning ruler over the area, a nova blasting back the soldiers, yet somehow not whatsoever affecting me. 
Stunned, my eyes matched to my swords. What just happened?
Suddenly, a faint grin appeared on my lips. No evidence crossed my mind to as why was this funny. 
But for some odd, gruesome reason, the death of all these soldiers was the most hilarious thing I had witnessed in my 18-year-life. 
A feeling washed over me, a wave of realization that this wasn't funny- which I completely overlooked. 
Something strong, a force, filled me. Someone was here. 
"Whoever you are, come out." I stopped laughing instantly. 
Someone jumped from the trees.
A girl. 
"Walking from the trees, stepping from rivers. I am born with the Granted Magic of Nature. Hi!"
No response even thinks of escaping my lips. 
"Are you OK? You look so anxious and worried."
"Do I, now? I take no pardon, mind you, but I feel nothing. I bid a farewell to you." My feet splashed in the mud as they made movement to go in an opposing direction. 
"Doesn't the palace prince want a horse-and-carriage?" She asked.
My mouth put on a teasing smile. "Anything other than that, please. I'd despise obeying your opinion."
She turned red. "I was being serious! I care for your welfare."
"Somehow you think I'll fall for that? I beg you to bother me later."
"...I'm not lying." She blushed and her eyes shined purple.
Frowning again, I ask her a question. "Why do you blush?"
"I want to thank you... for saving my town so many times! I've lived there so long, and I thought it was courageous of you to do it so many times, despite you hating it!"
Sighs escaped my mouth. "Forget my actions, they were all unwilling. You said you were a granted. What is that, exactly?"
"You don't know? The 5 Granted are the powerful deities of our continent. We're the revered protectors of our people. The leader of them all is The Shadow General. That's you! I'm the weakest of the 5, but I try my best. Number 2 is The Astro Colonel, granted magic of the stars. Number 3 is The Blazing Lieutenant, granted magic of fire. Number 4 is The Electric Idol, granted magic of electricity. I'm The Green Soldier. It's your duty to lead us all!"
"I'll pass." Simple words.
Electrifying shock filled her face. "What... but... you have to!"
"I'm not the general type."
"But you were a general for over five years!"
My hands instinctively strung an arrow and held the tip on her neck. "If you didn't know, that's the life I was trying to escape for eight years. I've been a ass-hearted knight since I was, what, ten years on?"
She turned an odd shade of perfect red. "I... I loved watching you battle!"
"You live in a city," A sneer, not noticed by me, invaded my face. "You call it battle?"
She looked angry. "You're more rude than I expected. I was going to invite you to my school-"
My words cut through hers. "I most deeply apologize. You go to a modern school? May I possibly attend?"
"You want to go to school? Plus, everyone knows you're the head knight, and you're the head of the 5 granted. They won't leave you alone. And there's also the fact you're freaking hot..."
"Pardon me, I didn't catch those last words."
She flushed. "Ah-ah nothing! At all! You can come!"
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"Hey, Carla, who's that guy behind you?" A random girl walks up to the Green Soldier, apparently Carla, and eyes me. 
"He's the Shadow General."
The girl's eyes nearly popped out of her head. "That knockout? I thought it was some stiff gen guy! Hi, I'm Angelina! What's your name?"
"Caleb Deviant."
"Deviant? From the-- NO WAY. Caleb Auguste Deviant of the Noble Deviant Family?!"
Frowning, I nodded. 
She squealed and ran off.
Carla groaned. "She's probably gonna go tell everyone. The Head Knight and Shadow General is also the heir to the Deviant family... how overloaded with power. We have P.E. now. C'mon, go get dressed."
"For Physical Training? Don't you just take off your shirt?"
She turned neon red. "WHAT?! B-BUT-- CAN YOU--"
A crowd had gathered. Perhaps the news had already spread?
The girl from before yelped. "Carla! Don't stop him!"
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"I swear, you're freakin' Jacob Black! Walking around shirtless!" She had made me wear one of the tacky, uncomfortable jocks-only letterman jackets. My arms itched badly.
Shrugging again, I sighed. "Honestly, I see no problem with this. We did it at the palace every day for training."
"You idiot." We walked into the gym. 
"WELL, well, well. If it isn't that new hottie I've been hearing about!"
A guy my age, with bright blond hair and eyes the color of clear skies was suddenly staring straight into my eyes from a few inches away. He was rather handsome, too. 
His eyes narrowed as he examined me. "Hm. It looks like you'll be decent competition. Oh, Clara! M'love! Showing this... brat... around the school? You always were so kind, my darling green flower."
Clara looked at the floor. "Take it easy, Blake."
Forcing a smile, I asked what his name was.
"What? Why, my name is Blake! Blake Dean, Electric Idol! I'll be challenging you at P.E., Shadow Man!"