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Ch10: A new beginning

Magdaline

Once in the carriage, she hopped up on one of the benches. It was painted a dark color which was scarred and gouged out by countless soldiers that had sat before her. It smelled like dirt and grime. She was unaccustomed to this. The earthy scent led her to envision smelly men and women who didn't take their shoes off before coming in out of a wet, muddy day.

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Ch10: A new beginning

On the day she moved to the barracks she gave her grandmother a big hug. She gathered what she was allowed to take and headed off to the carriage that the commander had brought for her. It was dark and simple. It looked dull and did not have the character that she was accustomed to in her life.

The commander stood at the side, holding the door for the young girl. As she got to the step, and looked back at her grandmother. She stood in front of the entryway to the house. She could see that Eliasys was crying. Tears flowed down, as she imagined that her own children leaving the house for the first time made her do it.

She lifted one leg high, barely making the step, the next step seemed even higher. She lifted herself up when all the sudden it seemed the whole carriage shifted. She felt the clawed hand on her back and knew the Commander would be there for her.

Once in the carriage, she hopped up on one of the benches. It was painted a dark color which was scarred and gouged out by countless soldiers that had sat before her. It smelled like dirt and grime. She was unaccustomed to this. The earthy scent led her to envision smelly men and women who didn’t take their shoes off before coming in out of a wet, muddy day.

As the commander boarded, the entire carriage rocked. So much that she had to grip the back of the plank that they called a seat to stop herself from sliding. He unbuckled his scabbard with a sword in it and sat in the middle of the other side, across from her. He brought the scabbard up and laid it across his legs, leaning back, his tail fit between the back and bottom of the planks that were used for seating.

“Let’s go” he barked while hitting the top of the carriage with his closed fist.

Within that instance, the carriage was moving, and the warrior rocked and swayed with it. He was eyeing the girl carefully.

“When we get there, we will put you with the other young ones. You will do what is asked of you. Do you understand?”

She shyly nodded her head. “Other young ones?” She questioned.

“We have many children with us now-a-days. A time of war is never a good time for a child. If you listen, and do what you are told you will grow strong. You will be better. You will again feel joy.”

She nodded in acceptance.

“If you do not listen, then you will see pain. This is the way of the soldier. I have trained your uncles and aunts. Each in turn served the guard. When they retired they went adventuring across the land. They were the finest of our corps. I have no doubt that you would even surpass them.”

Magdaline raised her head. She heard so little of her aunts and uncles. Could she really be better. She knew she must try. Her family always taught her non violence. Her grandfather pushed the ideas of combat. He was a very focused man. She hoped that she would make him proud. She hoped that she could make her grandmother proud. Most of all, she hoped that the commander would be proud.