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01-Jun-2008 14:41:24

Crystal Smee

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All right, I have adds. I never got them proofread, though, so please point out any mistakes or anything I can change. It's probably loaded...=P Thanks.
Not the most exciting adds...just some character development and such, I guess.

01-Jun-2008 19:18:35

Crystal Smee

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***

Lucas’ eyes fluttered open. Unlike before, this time he had no clue where he was or what was happening. He stared upward with unfocused vision, blinked a few times, and slowly his sight cleared. He was staring at the blue canvas; it was the roof of a tent. Realization hit him and it all flooded back – the explosions, the battle, charging the hill, collapsing in the grass. With a sudden burst of energy he lurched upward, only to be pushed back down on the ground.

“Easy there,” growled the man standing over him. Lucas squinted, seeing a young man with a thick beard standing over him. On his head was a medic’s helmet, marked by the red cross on the front. “Stay down a sec.*

*What happened?” Lucas asked, trying to clear his head.

“You took a wound to the stomach and passed out. Some kind fellow dragged you in here.”

The soldier was confused. This did*’t make sense. His memory was filled with flashes: swarms of soldiers in red and white, the explosions…how could he be sitting here, now, when they had been losing the battle? “I – I thought we were losing,” he stammered.

The medic chuckled. “You musta been out a while. We were losing at first – dirty Kandarin b**stards thought they could ambush us in the night. It was just a raid, though, no more’n a hundred men and a couple of mages. Soon as we woke up and charged the hill, we cut down the mages and it was easy after that. We lost quite a few in the beginning, but it wasn’t so bad.”

“What now?* Lucas could see people moving at the edge of his vision. Some were going through bodies while others carried the injured, but it also looked to him like a number of them were packing up their tents.

01-Jun-2008 19:19:59 - Last edited on 06-Jul-2013 18:17:47 by Crystal Smee

Crystal Smee

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“We head for Rimmington.” The medic grinned proudly. “I overheard the General talking to one of the captains who got injured. A runner came back from Falador with orders to head south. It’s a sea invasion, or at least partially, so they want us to try and hold the beaches down there. Runners from the Ninth Company reached Falador yesterday – they’re only a few days away. So we’re not needed to defend the city. We’re restocking at the garrison next to Rimmington, then going down to the peninsula. It’s only about two days away, they said. Orders are to move out within the hour.”

Lucas bolted upright. “I have to go!” he exclaimed. “I have to get my things!”

“Relax, mate, you can get new gear in the village. ‘Sides, most of it’s probably blown up anyway.”

Lucas shook off the grabbing hands and scrambled off the pallet where he lay, then bolted past the kneeling medic. Ignoring the man’s shouts, he stumbled into the confusion of the camp and struggled to get his bearings. It was almost as bad as the battle, he thought to himself, with people rushing around in all directions. Tents were being dismantled, fires put out, armor strapped on more properly than before. Lucas realized he had no idea where he was. He scanned the site, searching for a landmark.

There! The smoldering stump of a tree off to his right looked like it could have been the large oak he had camped under. He began to jog toward it, then doubled over as his stomach muscles cramped. Groaning, he looked down to see thick white bandages rolled around his midsection. He barely remembered the blow, in fact, most of what he remembered of the battle was no more than flashes. It was all one large blur. Most of all he remembered the fear; there was still a sick feeling in his stomach, even hours later.

01-Jun-2008 19:20:28 - Last edited on 06-Jul-2013 18:17:59 by Crystal Smee

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