Xerxes

Angs POV

POV (Point of view)

"Georgey! Where are you? The ships are about to leave and we have to go."

By the gods, Georgey should take his life more seriously. This wasn't the time to play hide and seek.

"Gotcha!" he exclaimed from behind.

"Oh my!" I pretended to care while feigning surprise.

The little boy had been hiding behind a tent. His techniques were becoming quite predictable these days. I remembered my first encounter, it was really horrible. I had come out of the kitchen with the generals food and drinks when he jumped out with a play knife. I threw everything into the air and ran back inside thinking he was a Draka soldier. Although I got reprimanded for it, I could not share the blame with him so I took the brunt end of the short stick. He was a child after all, he was allowed to have his fun.

"Have you packed your bags?" I asked, playfully tugging his cheek.

"Yes I have," he answered laughing.

His gap teeth reminded me of our mother. He really had our mothers look and everything. His smile, laughs, everything reminded me of her.
A worm crawled out of the ground which took his attention. With the knife he began to stab the creature back into the ground. Reminiscing over the good old days was something I vowed to never do, but when I see him play so carefree and happy, I cannot help but smile. It was bliss.
What was that smell?

"Georgey?" I frowned.

"Yep," he answered ignorantly.

"Did you take your shower like I said you should?"

He looked up sharply with guilt in his eyes.

"Yes?" he answered in a low note.

Okay, now he was lying.

"No?" he gave off in an even lower note.

You can't be serious Georgey.

"Come on, I told you to take your bath a few hours ago," I yelled out in anger.

"It was so cold, I didn't want to take a cold bath," he quivered.

Truthfully, the weather was cold and there was no way of boiling water. Everything had been carried off by the head cook and stashed into one of the ships. A messenger boy came running to where we stood.

"Last ship leaving! Last ship leaving!" he let out before running towards the harbour.

Oh my, we had been here for awhile and the last ship was about to leave.

"Georgey, get your bags, we're leaving. Now!" I ordered, to which he gave a funny salute and huddled into the tent to get his bags.

***

We were running towards the line and I was glad to be among the lucky few who had made it out alive. A Vladian had attacked with his dragon destroying the camp that had been set among the fields. So many had died during the attack.
Everyone knew the Vladian army didn't attack once, instead they would give off barrage after barrage of attacks until there was nothing but smoke and ash.

"Ma'am, why didn't you follow the other ship that was meant for civilians? It was meant for the cooks and cleaners in the camp, this one is for the fighters and sorcerers only," a warm voice said.

A young general stood over me as I stayed in line. The look he gave me was one of concern and he was right. There were four ships which had been placed at the harbour. Two were meant for the civilians with the other two kept for the surviving fighters. It was a contingency plan incase the war didn't go as planned.