Treachery

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: The Imaginarium
I short story inspired by the Imaginarium House one word prompt -- treachery.

Submitted: May 24, 2017

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Treachery.

 

They’re coming!”

 

The words we have dreaded to hear; and now they have been spoken. There is a mass panic as twenty-five of us try to get to our feet, grab our weapons, prepare for imminent attack.

 

I quickly join with Caspar, the nearest our small band of rebels has to a leader, and run beside him to the look-out post from which the warning came from.

 

Where?” demands Caspar. Flynn points to the north-east and we can all easily see the dust cloud. “How many? Any idea?”

 

It must be a sizeable number from the amount of dust they are kicking up; I’d not like to pick a number but I’d say this is an attack force not a scout party.”

 

Not a hunch then.” Caspar turns to meet my eyes. “They must have been given a tip-off of just where we are.”

 

Treachery?” I ask.

 

Caspar nods.

 

But who? Why?” I cannot believe that one of us would turn traitor, hand the rest of us over to the regime we have spent years fighting against. Trust had been integral to our operation, and that, it seemed, was going to lead to our downfall.

 

Caspar turns to quickly head back, to attempt to come up with a strategy for our small band to have a chance of surviving this betrayal.We have bows, plenty of arrows. If we spread out, fire accurately enough we may have a chance of surviving the day. But even if we do we are going to have to move, quickly, find another camp. Our location is known now and we cannot stay here.

 

Why? I can’t tell you. But who was responsible for the treachery? He is showing us that now. Look!”

 

And there, riding towards the dust cloud is Simeon, one of my closest companions. It does not make sense, that he would betray his friends. Caspar lifts his bow and takes aim at the fleeing figure but he has no need to loose his arrow. Those that he betrayed us to have already cut him down. In spite of his actions I still feel grief for his fate.

 

They will be here very soon!” Caspar’s voice rings out among our small gathering. “When you can make a hit, do so. Show them no mercy for if they get the chance they will cut you down without a moments hesitation. Take your positions! And remember; it is them or us!”

 

Bows at the ready, positions taken, we wait for our chance to strike.


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