Marching, sweating, resting, eating, repeat. That's what we did for a good week. No action, no hot food, no skirmishes. It seems like the Yudii's finally got some sense into them. We have been smacking them hard and good for the past months. We were sent to Beseige the small Castle of Ragnar. It seems like all of the troops in the surrounding miles have dissapeared.
"Hey Gilan, when do you think we'll get to go home?" Said my best friend, Olaf, next to me. "Well Olaf, seems like alll them darn Yud's finally decided to sally up and get out of here, eh?" He just stared down, sharpening his sword. He was a soldier, like me, but he was a swordsmen. I was an archer, using the Kings Heavy Longbow, a large bow with much drawback weight and power, and distance. I had been practicing with it since i was 16, now i'm 24.
(Action next chapter, so don't worry.) |