Too Young

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Too Young

 

The harsh wind blew against the gates of Bastion as screams echoed into the night from McGrubor’s Wood. The young Phillip let out a faint sigh looking down over his tunic stained in blood from the last man. Soon enough the stretcher bearers rounded the corner and quickly made their way across the bridge a young soldier writhing in agony upon the stretcher. Phillip rubbed his eyes and called out to the stretcher men bringing the boy through the front doors of Castle Yar “Get him inside, first bed on the left.” The men did as they were told setting the still screaming boy down. Phillip pondered to himself as he looked over the boy gathering several jars and bottles from a nearby shelf. The boy seemed not even fourteen years. Phillip kneeled down next to him examining the wounds up close “Trooper what's your name?” The boy paused his groans and through gritted teeth uttered “James sir….” James left arm was almost torn off from the shoulder and he has numerous stab wounds along his torso, a miracle in itself that the boy was still alive. Phillip bit his tongue slightly as he handed the boy a concoction to drink. Phillip set to work in a pointless attempt to stop the bleeding. With a pale face the young boy looked up at Phillip with fear in his eyes. “Am I going to die?” He said with a quivering voice akin to a small child having just been scolded. Phillip looked to his assistant tending to an arrow wound on the man next to him before turning back to James shaking his head. “No you're going to be just fine James.”

The boy nodded as he was already going pale and leaning back on the bed. “Tell me James where are you from?” Phillip said tossing aside another blood soaked rag to replace it with a clean one keeping pressure on the mess that was James’ arm. “T-Turov….I'm...I'm from Turov..” Phillip nodded doing his best to fake a smile “I've been to Turov it's nice there.” Phillip  responded with light voice to James. James nodded as his breathing became shallower he struggled to look around eyes wide “Mommy! Where's mommy!” The young teenager cried out. Phillip closed both of his eyes taking a breath. It was not unusual for the older soldiers to cry for their mothers at this stage but James was so very young. As sudden as James had lurched up he sunk onto his back once more the sheets beneath him a crimson red as he closed his eyes. Phillip slid a blanket over the young boy as he walked to the next bed in the medbay where another young soldier lay. Phillip couldn't help but mutter quietly to his assistant. “If more men of Axios were fighting here. Boys like James wouldn't have have to die fighting here.” His assistant nodded in reply turning back to Phillip “Fuckin shameful is what it is. Boys are out ‘ere dyin so grown men can frolick the flower fields of southern Axios drinkin in the taverns, tryna act tough.” Phillip shook his head slowly as he set to work on his next patient repeating the words quietly to himself

“Shameful, truly ******* shameful”

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Ashur Ibn Mahmoud hears of this news with tears swelling up in his eye, He runs to tell the news to the Harian Army not one man or women wasn't moved by the news of how a young boy fighting and sadly dieing for something the boy believe in, then every man and women pact up their food and gear just waiting on the order to March out to help their Great nation Allie in their troubling time Ashur the steps up "just wait! wait for the call! wait for the call of JIHAD against then UNDEAD!"       

 

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Zaor Ianric yawned as he sat in his house, Cedric telling him about the child who fought and sadly died. This wasn't a surprise to him, since he had taught the young Jakub how to fight when Johanessburg was still fighting against Courland. Zaor shook his head slightly, "Phillip is still alive...?" He'd seem slightly surprised and not at the same time. 'Fighting wouldn't be too bad to get back into...' he thought, smirking slightly. He stood from his seat, rushing out of the house to Bastion.

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Marrow sighs when he overhears the news while walking away from the Courland forests. "At least the kid was brave and not a cowardly cultist."

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