Role

Chapter 3

The sun was rising over the desert as I was brought before him with two
others. I was so young, barely fourteen, and such a weak little thing.
Just as we were brought forth a storm came out of nowhere. Huge
raindrops pelted the dry sand and I watched as it drank it in, not
noticing where I was shoved until I looked up directly into his eyes.
Immediately I froze with fear, unable to break away from his gaze, his
commanding presence taking hold of me more solid than any block of ice.
Just then a crack of lightning flew across the sky and as the others
jumped I still stood motionless. It was the only time I remember him
making a mistake. His hard gaze held me so that I barely registered the
lightning which he took for a sign of courage. Immediately it stuck his
sword into the sand and set to making me his squire.
"This will be the last stand of the Thri-kreen so I've got to make this
quick. We have many long miles of marching to the Frozen tundra after
this battle so repeat after me. I swear by this sword...."


*SMACK* The hard slap brings me from the past to the here and now. The
smell of fire and sweat fill the air, as Tahren stares me down.
"Either swear your oath to me or begone and quit wasting my time.
There's a war to be fought."
I hold his gaze this time with no fear in my soul, your blood on my back,
and I say the solemn words.

I swear by Boltthrower's axe.......