An unbelieving World War 2 Allied Officer finds out that he was killed after saving an innocent civilian under his care from unscrupulous elements in uniform. The prospect turns to be bleak for any kind of afterlife given his circumstance in matter...
Growing up, I found out that I am a child of two houses, on the surface I am a child of Baron Ivar Flaith Colm Speir and Mael Aisling Speir. But on a deeper note we are a branch family of the now defunct Osraige Kingdom and are considered to be former royalty. Though we are not to disclose this secret as we will be purged by the current lords of the land. For better or for worse, the more pressing issue is that my family was also descended from Ivar the Boneless, an invader Viking king of old. Since it happened some hundreds of years ago none can truly validate the claim. Hence it befalls further into the realm of hearsay and rumors for the better part of the populace. Though I was told of an obscure evidence on this fact but nothing too concrete.
Still the people around our territory are wary of us and consider us as distrustful especially with our continued adherence to some of the old faith practices. Anyhow part of my routine now is to run around the territory before the sun rises and go about a few kilometer sprints then do at least 100 push-ups and sit-ups before breakfast. This has been part of my daily routine when I was deemed old enough to go around the estate. The other routines are minimal farm chores as part of household assignments, reading, basic math and writing studies follow after. My afternoons are more devoted to combat training as the son of a local lord and finally on some days, combat training is shortened to give way to religious instructions from the local Cathartic nun. Since there are only a few priests left in the area, the local nunnery serves as the sole institute that caters for spiritual studies. I guess the name is a bit different from a religion in my old world but listening to the lessons they are almost the same of sorts.
As of today, the household is still inebriated as they celebrated the summer solstice last night which was a major holiday from the old practices. So it is not expected for me to do any of my set routines, and would consider this as one of my free days. Leaving from the back entrance of the manor and into a hidden crack on the perimeter wall covered by dense foliage, I jogged farther away so I can catch the sunrise and have breakfast over a nearby hill outside of the estate. I took with me some bread, cheese and sweet meats from last night's revelry. As for water, I just drank from a nearby stream below the hillside.
On my return trip I caught a presence, like something was tailing me from behind for sometime now, though I felt it to be a small presence and wondered if its some kind of rabbit or small mammal.
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Then a pair of rough looking men arrived from the woods nearby and asked me some questions. "Good day lad, are you alone?" said the biggest of the men in his wholesome burly voice. Obviously, I did not reply to the question from the strange looking man and silently gripped on my dagger hidden within my clothes. "Well? We don't have all day. Also have you seen anyone else around these parts?" I responded in the negative and advised them that we are near my family estate, if they wish for help our mansion guards might be of some assistance.
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