Before The Call

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Doketa is rapidly expending its border. Its armies are said to be invincible. But are they, really? Take a look in the mind of a regular soldier and see for yourself.

Submitted: December 30, 2014

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I was soaked. Absolutely soaked. We all were. We kept marching on, trying to ignore the chills. It wasn’t raining that hard, but we had been walking for hours. We were cold, tired, and wet. Yeah, none of us had imagined this was what being a soldier was like. We just kept marching through the forest.
“Alright, as soon as we leave the protection of the forest, raise your shield. The Vrilonians are known for their skilled archers.” our colonel said. With that said, we returned to walking through the light-rain.
“Spotters?” mister look-at-my-shiny-badge asked.
“One platoon, consisting of twenty archers, thirty swordsmen, and fifty volunteers.” the guy who always reeked of sweat and also was a spotter said. That said, I probably also reeked of sweat. Still, it was pretty annoying to sleep next to such a smell. Though I guess it also had a positive effect. It reminded me I was still alive. This sucks, but at least I’m not dead yet.
“Alright, let’s split up. One group takes the archers, and one group takes the swordsmen. When we’re done, we’ll both take on the volunteers. I’ll lead the one attacking the swordsmen. Let’s go.” the colonel ordered, raising his shield and unsheathing his sword. The other soldiers did the same, except that some had axes, some had maces, and some used magic. Weird folks, those mages.
I was on the team lead by our colonel. We ran out of the protection of the trees towards the opposing soldiers in the clearing. This was the terrifying part. Their archers started shooting arrows at us. All of us had their shields up of course, but we also knew that at least three of us wouldn’t make it back alive. To be taken out by an arrow… I hoped that if I would have to die, it would be quick and painless. I knew too well that that would not happen, though. I’d probably slowly bleed to death. If I’m unfortunate, the other soldiers would win quickly and try to save me. They’d probably fail and I’d die anyway, the only difference being that I suffered just a little longer. And if they did save me, I’d be disabled for life and unable to get a job anywhere any more.
Thankfully, it wasn’t my turn yet. I reached the group of swordsmen and stabbed my sword in a badly-trained swordsman’s neck. He was about my younger sister’s age. Poor boy… I kicked him to get my sword out of him and slashed at the back of another swordsman.
This continued for about ten minutes. The volunteers had run away before we could finish them. Some swordsmen managed to fight back, but they weren’t trained well enough to actually stand a chance. Not against us. We had been in hundreds of fights before. Even if we hadn’t, we were trained by ex-elite-soldiers. We would have won.
“Seems like their colonel routed before we could take him out, sir.” the stinky soldier said.
“Indeed. That is unfortunate. But at least we could take out some of their soldiers before they could harm our country. It is unfortunate that three of us were taken out, though.” the colonel said, nodding at the graves of the soldiers who were fortunate enough to die and not find out how sucky it was to be disabled. Instead, their families would have to suffer some financial trouble. Though it has been limited by having one less mouth to feed.
“For now, let’s rendezvous with the other platoons. They’ll be delighted to hear that we took out a Vrilonian patrol.” the colonel said. And so, we got back to marching. Still soaked from the rain, and worn out from the fight, some of us were even hurt from that fight, we didn’t complain as we walked for hours again.


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