9 October 2012
There was a great bang as the bolt exploded by his feet hurling him head over heels back ward slamming his head Into the ground. He woke up in a room full of people rushing this way and that. There were men groaning in pain and some where far of he heard a baby crying for all he knew it could of been his. But he dint care because he was distracted by the splitting pain in the back of his head. He reached back to feel but his arms wouldn't move. He tried his legs his eyes anything But it wouldn't move. Then it all came rushing back to him.
It was the first the first day of basic training. He was rathnic son of gunthord the great who had been the kings right hand man before he had been silenced by the rebllion. Rathnic had been collected by the empire riped from his home, wife and unborn child. It had been a week travel with many stops to collect more men for the war effort. They rode in a caravan with armed guards at the front and back to deter any deserters. One coward tried an escape but before
he got twenty feet there was the twang of bow strings and 3 arrows appeared in his back with
a grunt he fell lifelessly to the ground. They rode out the next day leaving the body in the man in the same position as he had fell. When they finally arrived at the training camp it was the middle of the day and the sun was hot on there backs. They were brought with in the fence that lined the camps designed to keep individuals in not army's out. They rode through the city of tents seeing men sparing with wooden sticks women sewing uniforms. They heard blacksmiths pounding out swords and armour from the glowing orange metal. The smell of menuer,sweat and fire filled there noses. Suddenly the caravan of wagons turned into a smaller rode off main road, where they slowed to a by an empty piece of land they were ordered out thrown tents
and basic supplies. They spent the next two hours setting up tents dividing supplies under the supervision of there unit leader Sir. Trever. He was a short heavy built man he looked to be half human half dawarf. He sat idly on a stump chewing on a piece of grass watching them with a rather bored expression. Near the begining of the setting up to men got in a fight and before there punches hit trever was between them throwing them one solid punch each. The returned as slow as a turle to his stump. the two men had flown backwards.
A Stir Beginning • Opuss № I