The next generation- where we go from here

Two week to go

Sage pov
It was two weeks till I was going home. I looked forward to it more than I should.

I was crouched behind stone railing in Central Park. I covered my squad as the proceeded towards the fountain.

14 more days, 14 days till I go home. 14 short days.

I head gunshots breaking me away from my thoughts. I looked through the scope and I saw my squad on the ground. I was about to get up when I felt the barrel of a gun be pressed to the back of my head. I heard someone speak in Italian and I knew I was in trouble. I lifted my hands away from the gun and put them behind my head. I was given another instruction in Italian, I understood some, since I took Latin but it didn't make since.

A man took my gun and hit me in the jaw with The butt of it. Two men grabbed my pack and pulled me to my feet. They held my hands behind my back and searched me for weapons and they took my pack.

"Hey give it back." I said.

I had letters and sheet music in there. The man threw it on the ground. I tried to pull against the men who were holding me captive. Their grip was tight.

They put a black hood over my head and lead my forcefully.

When they took the hood off I was in a room, Two soldiers tied me to the chair. The man with the highest rank, I could tell from his uniform, came over to me and took my dog tags out from my shirt.

"Sheaves, Sage. It's a pleasure to meet you your highness." He said, I could detect a since of mockery in his tone.

"So what's the son of the former king doing out here?" He asked.

"What every other young man between the ages of 18 and 30 are doing. I'm serving my country." I said.

"Your cousin Nicolas, the one who lived in Italia, he escaped with his wife and daughters correct?"

I didn't respond.

"But her family is still there. And they are spies for Illea." He smiled.

"They didn't want to Italy to destroy itself. Italy and Croatia are digging themselves into a hole that Germany found themselves in after the Second World War." The man punched me in the face. He grabbed a knife and stabbed my shoulder. I yelled out in agony.

"Stai zitto!" The man said.

I smiled through the pain I was definitely pressing his buttons. He yelled at me in Italian.

"You do know I don't know Italian." I smiled.

The man grabbed me by The throat. "Do you have a death wish?" He asked.

"No, I'm going home in two weeks. And I've got a baby girl at home I haven't met. She six months old and hasn't met her papà. So I'd really enjoy it if you released and let me go on my merry way." I smiled.

The man punched me in the face again. I heard my nose crack when his fist came into contact with my nose.

"Dude I think you broke my nose." I hissed.

The Italian general smiled.

"King Amedeo has given us a special assignment of what to do if we come across an Illea Royal while here." He said as he went over to a table.

"I know Amedeo, we played together as children. I never saw him to turn into a tyrant." I said.

"He has changed since he took the throne. I believe power can make anyone go insane if they don't know how to control it." The man said as he turned to me.