War Torn

Taken

Cling clang went the armored fist banging againt my wooden door. My father hollered for them to wait. The door was slammed open with a haste, with two knights following suit. One holding a scroll which was handed to my father and another one pointing at me.

"We'll take this one", his voice echoed from his helmet.

I back up, still unsure of what's going on. The other knight starts to read from his scroll.

"By command of King Marcus every house hold must give forth one male for the Draft."

My heart sunk.

From what I've seen, the men barely come back with their limbs. Most don't even come back at all. I was barely 18 years of age. If grown men can't do it, then what can I do?

"Take him, he is of no use here", my heart almost stopped after hearing my father say those words. Ever since I was born he always had this frustration towards me. I never knew what became of my mother once I was born. I was told she died during my birth but there was more I wasn't being told. Every time I'd ask my father he would go into a rage.

Once my father gave the word the knights moved toward me. When I snapped back to reality I pushed through both of them to make it to the door. My first step out I was tackled to the ground. I squirm to slip out of the knights grip. During my struggle I black out. A loud THWACK followed by a sharp pain has me seeing black until it overtakes my vision.

My eyes flicker open in panic. I awoke at the weapons smith quarters where I spent most of my days. Heating and molding metal into whatever I desired. Most times I would make hunting tools such as arrow heads and spears for local huntsmen. In front of me was a variety of farmer's tools that needed repairs. For some reason things didn't feel right. I hear loud banging on the door to the forge. It was soon broken and splinted upon the floor of the forge. It was my father in a rage. This time I could see something different. This wasn't a normal drunk rage. All I could feel was pure malevolence radiating off him like heat off of a firey, red iron.

As I ready myself for the punishment, I grab a steel hammer off the anvil. As he approaches my eyes begin to well up with tears. We both swing to hit each other, right before a shot could land, I wake up to a splash of water. I spring awake onto my feet, I almost fall again from the hazy state after being knocked out.

"Good reflexes", I hear as I wipe the water off my face.

"Where the hell am I? And who the fuck are you?"

"The names Johnathon, but you can call me John for short. We're here the same reason you are". He seemed to be a little older than me. Not by much, I'd say about 19.

"My name is James, nice to meet yah. Why is the king having people taken"?

"From what I heard is that this war isn't doing so well for our side. Desperate times call for desperate measures", he holds out his hand with a smile surprisingly.

I smirk and shake hands.

"Well you seem awfully cheery, what's with that"?

"Well I'm gonna let you in on a little secret, I come from a family of inventors so I have some tricks up my sleeve", he chuckles slightly.

I didnt know whether to be heedful or interested

"Sweet, my family didnt do much of anything so I took up black smithing".

"Oh really", he said ecstatically, "I could sure use someone who's skilled". John seemed to take quite an interest in my skill. I wondered what ideas he was coming up with. His eyes lit up as he began to brainstorm and write on a piece of parchment. He folded it up and hides it in his pocket when one of the knights come around.

"You two get ready, training is gonna start soon".

A/n
Hey guys,
I'll try to update once, maybe twice a Week. I'll start updating next week so I can write up the next chapter.

Hope you enjoy my story!

~ExplicitJinn848

Edited by; Paigethepanda200