Chapter Thirty: The Raid

NATHANIEL'S POV

“We are under attack. We are under attack!”

Malcolm's voice blazes like a horn, it grows louder hitting the atmosphere and everyone dreads out of their tents, positioning themselves immediately.

It's part of their rules that whatever you're doing and you hear the master voice like that, you must leave whatever you're doing and spring to action.

Everyone already knows their roles and where to station. They were battle-ready. I quickly took my trousers from the floor and pulled them up.

“What's going on?” I asked her

“That foolish King must have sent his men here… he is courting death, our lord Malcolm never loses”. She looked at me, her face full of hate.

She burnt some stuff out of a silver diagram and gave it to me.

“You are wounded, you can't fight plus you need to stay alive, so stay here and protect yourself. I have to go out and help others”.

She moved closer to me, her nose almost touching mine, she cracked into a mysterious smile, and at the sam