I had some time and thought i should do alittle more on this story. hope you like it despite its shortness.
The journey back to the main camp was hard. 1 man died of his wounds on the way and two more were in serious condition. We made camp for the night but none of us got any sleep. The fear of being found by the rebels was overwhelming. Eventually we all found ourselves trying to make a camp fire to stay warm. It was just something to do to try to keep our minds off our fallen comrades.
After a few minutes of sitting around the camp fire one of the soldiers spoke. “I don’t want to go back to the camp. I knew the order for us to go hunting for rebels was a death sentence as soon as I heard it. If we go back well just be sent back out again on another suicide mission.”
The others looked at Dultog for a response but he just sat there staring into the fire. Silence encompassed us for awhile before Dultog finally spoke. “We must go back. If we can escape by one of the boats they have at the docks we can go back to Skrimm.” He looked at me. “Would you come with us?”
The words came to my mouth before I could even register them in my head. “I must get back to Vvardenfell. My allegiance is still to the armies of Darius.”
They all stared at me and nodded. “I shall help you get back.” Dultog said. “Tomorrow we head to the main camp and to freedom.” The others were heartened at the last words and went to their mats thinking “The sooner I fall asleep the sooner I will wake up to get back home.”
A nord dropped from a branch few feet away and ran off in the direction of the main camp to report Dultog’s plans of desertion.
:ashamed: How did I miss this? Just noticed it had been updated. Short, yes, but very very sweet Glad to see you haven't given up on it, and here's hoping there'll be another update one day. Won't miss it next time, I promise.
As we walked into camp it seemed disserted. As we walked slowly throught the camp I thought i saw several men in a tent peering out at us. I picked up my pace to catch up with Dultog.
"Somthings not right here Dultog. We should pick up the pace." He nodded and signaled the rest to hurry up. As soon as we started to speed up several men came rushing out of the tents around us with their swords drawn.
Dultog drew his sword and turned to me. "Run!" At first I just stood there staring but as the men coming at us drew closer I realized I was going to die if I stayed and fought. I started running towards the docks at the far end of the camp. The sails of ships guided me through the maze of tents.
When I finally reached the docks i crouched down behind some barrels and watched for any sign of movement amoung the ships. It didn't take long for me to spot two men coming right at my hiding spot. I had to think of somthing fast. I took the lid off the barrel in front of me and jumped in closing the lid behind me.
"Great." I muttered. I was sitting in barrel filled with beer. The smell was overwhelming. But i forced myself to calm down and relax. I didn't have much time to do either though because almost as soon as i settled down the two men picked up my barrel and started to haul it away to some unknown location. I hope its on one of those ships. All I could do now was sit still and hope for the best.
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nice job jonajosa! and like burtsierra said, how did I miss this?
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This was pretty unusual, because most children at his age wanted to become great warriors, known all through time as saviors of, well, anything - Toroabok