First Battle Scene in War for the North

Lind did not know how long she slept, but when she woke the moon was halfway across the sky and the stars were twinkling brightly around him above the dark canopy. She thought she had heard something or seen something; she always slept with one eye open. To her left a twig snapped. She had heard something. She strained her ears in the silence. Slow footsteps, heavy, armoured. There were twelve. The fire was still burning enough to give off a little light, light which glinted off cold steel. She lay still, watching as they emerged from the forest. She caught a glimpse of blue. A Watch Patrol. One was almost on top of her now. She drew her dagger and buried it into his blue leather greaves. He yelped and fell with a thud and she leapt to her feet, bloody dagger in hand. Guth leapt up, swinging his axe and cleaving through one man’s shoulder. A sword came swinging at her and Lind ducked under it, driving her dagger up into the attacker’s exposed chin. She pulled it out and hot blood gushed over her hand. She spun away and searched for the next man. She saw one coming towards her, his face pinched and rat-like. There was a grunt somewhere to her right. She glanced over and saw Guth fall.

“Guth!” she screamed.

She looked back to the rat-faced man, her rage building, until something hit her in the back of the head and she saw the ground coming towards her and then nothing at all.

© Jessica Wiles, 2013


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