Tag: woops x 1

I am flanked by thirteen men. I do not need to look behind me, to know this. It is a fact, much like the knowledge that the sky is blue, or grass is green; which it is, here - the field around us stretches on, flowers waving in a breeze. Silence stretches just as far as the field of wildflowers, however - for these men do not speak, and our steps make nary a sound upon the earth. They are soldiers - or so they seem, per their mode of dress - uniforms tattered, splattered with old blood. They are efficient killers, these men.

I hold a mace - no, I strangle this mace, my grip is so tight. Knuckles whiten with the force of my grip, as I stare at the small village across the way. Traitors. The thought makes me burn with rage, with zeal...