Victory or Death

Early mornings, Late nights

As the yellowish orange Rays of the rising Morning Sun peered over the mountains of Avalon, Jacob began to awake from his sleep. "morning already?" He thought. " I swear the nights are getting shorter and shorter." he mumbled to himself in a groggy tone. Jacob forced himself to get out of his cot as he dreaded the disciplinary actions he might face if he were late for another morning formation. The other soldiers were already preparing for the day ahead of them, some were washing themselves as best they could in a nearby trough of water; While others were sharpening their weapons. Jacob quickly got ready for the day dressing himself in the armor issued to him when he joined the avalonian army. It consisted of a simple breastplate that covered most of his chest, a set of iron bracers, and a helmet made out of hardened leather. He strapped the sword his father had given him when he was enlisted to his hip. It was a fine blade made of black steel with golden accents on the hilt, his father told him it was given to him by the lord of the County they lived in after he saved his life in a battle. Once ready Jacob rushed to the Courtyard the castle to meet his commanding officer.

( this is the first time I've written in a long time, and any feedback whether it be positive or negative is welcome. Thank you for taking the time to read this first tidbit of a chapter!)