Note: this is a work of fiction, with all the usual stuff about copyright and permission. It’s also a work in progress and a way to develop my knowledge of the english language. So feel free to correct, debate, laugh, ask about it in the comments. Help appreciated.
You may find the prologue here.
Chapter 1 is here.
I found myself on my back, panting hard and fast to recover the shock. My rifle was missing, so I nervously fumbled for my pistol then I finally started thinking again, a bit comforted by the familiar weight of the Beretta in my hands.
It was night. A few seconds before I was in the middle of a hot afghan day, how could that be possible? Then I saw that woman, a blonde beauty who was staring at me with her hands raised. Before I could say anything I saw an arrow hit the ground, no more than a few inches from my left foot. What the hell was going on?
«Quick! Come here!»
That lady was right, she got a good cover beside a pile of rocks. As I got there two more arrows hit the ground, right where I was a moment before.
«Lady, what’s up? Who’s firing at us?»
At first all I got back as an answer was a blank stare. Maybe she didn’t understand me or my pronunciation was too harsh for her. I was wrong on both counts.
«We’re under attack, they are the King’s Hunters. They have us outnumbered, you may be our only chance even if there another hour before sunset.»
I didn’t get the part about sunset, but the situation maked sense. I heard cries all around, men and women, all the sounds of melee in progress. It took me half a second to decide. Once a soldier, forever a soldier.
As soon as I got myself out of cover the more and more I felt strange about my steps. I was strangely light and the shadows given by starlight and moonlight weren’t right. As I looked up I understood the reason why and almost I stopped breathing. Two little moons. And a set of stars that I’ve had never seen before. No, that wasn’t Kansas at all. Then an arrow got me square in the chest, pulling me back one pace. I pulled that thing free from my armor vest, barely noticing how its point was broken. The attackers stormed through the thin line of defenders, screaming aloud.
It was time to kill, once again.