The lost soul

[Soul Collecter]

The night was engulfed in darkness with a half a silver circle in the sky along with tiny dots the made as some light for the human warrior. The ground was soaked up to his heels as he walked past cut up body parts and torsos from the fallen enemies that were in a war the past few days. The human warrior wore his silver chain mail over his body with chained pants and around his waist was his belt with his two broadswords at his sides. He wore brown leather boots on his feet that were now soaked with blood. He had black hair that waved in the nights wind as he strode past dead bodies. His tanned faced with hazel eyes darted from side to side in search for any survivors on the blood soaked battle ground.

His search led him to four of his injured comrades that he led back to the barracks at his camp. At the barracks he gave them a full course meal with meat and bread. “So what was it like on the battle field?” Josh had never been in battle before. He has just become a soldier in the clans’ army.

One of the soldiers that has already finished his meat said “It was a brutal fight out their. You could not see you were on your side or the enemies’ side. I do not even know how we won. I am also very grateful that you even found us. What is your name by the way young soldier?”

“Jo…” Just as he was about to finish his name the commander walked in and announced that sightings of an enemy soldier just at the end of the battleground.

“You their, Josh. You go and find out who this guy is and bring him back here. If he does not come by will then kill him. Do you understand?” Said the commander in a deep voice.

“Y yes sir I do understand. May I ask how you knew my name before I go?”

“That is none of your concern but if you must know I have your profile in my tent and I just got done reading it over. I think that you are the best fit to take out this enemy soldier.”

At that Josh got up and walked out of the tent. He could feel everybody looking at him as he left but he did not care. He was just complemented me the commander and if he did kill this enemy soldier than he might get a promotion. That was his dream. That was Joshes dream.

[loner-kid]

Corryn looked at the scattered corpses. Most of them had been mangled beyond recognition, but every now and then he'd see a face he knew. Their painfully vacant stares cut him deeper than any blade. Gingerly stepping around the bodies he made his way towards the man who'd saved his life. He could hear the mans breathing, harsh and ragged against the ominous quiet of the battle field. He'd done all he could but the mans injuries were severe, the arrow embedded in his chest and his crushed leg were way beyond Corryns abilities to heal. Corryn sighed, he could only wait and hope. It was then that he heard the trudge of another mans footsteps
He spun around to see the enemy soldier striding towards him. He rushed to his feet drawing the two slender daggers from their sheaths. His hands shook in silent terror. He hated it, every sickening moment, and the soldier was getting closer