Under Siege

Ciara got the first shift patrol scheduled for the northern border. It was a place where she had encountered rogues.

Anxiety still haunted her as her feet brought her there. Even though the incident had long since passed, she always felt wary whenever she headed to the northern border at night.

This time she was on patrol with two new patrol members named Margo and Deck. Then there were the two senior members, a man and a woman, named Andre and Abigail.

Margo was only fifteen, looking shy and innocent, with her red hair in two braids and freckles on her nose and cheeks. Despite her timid nature, she was a fairly good fighter and had a pleasant manner.

Deck was a year older, but he acted like a new teenager looking for attention. All the way to the northern outpost, he repeatedly pulled Margo’s braids and made fun of her freckles.

“I know you like Margo, but that’s not how to attract girls,” said Andre, after they’ve all let Deck have his way for about half an hour.

“I don’t like her!”