A/N: Let me start out by saying I hate my neighbors. Seriously, they just set out fireworks in their backyard for no apparent reason. And the results of my neighbors' actions: my dog's acting like a psycho, I get to stay up all night to make sure he doesn't destroy the house, and I am severely pissed off. Bleeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhgggggggggggg.
Alright now news about the actual novel. I am sorry I haven't updated sooner, but as I said before, I had finals, and stess-y related stuff, but more importantly, I've been trying to plan out the entirety of Mercenary. Oh dear Jesus, it's going to be so much more complicated than I origninally wanted it to be. There's sub-plots, and side chapters, and crazy pointless sacrifices, and drama and death and love and betrayal and oh my god so much stuff. Anywho, I'm planning on three books, so you guys have that to look forward to.
Also, this chapter's a bit shorter, but it's also super important, so I couldn't bear adding more to it. Thanks for reading!
~ Nicole
“Adella, please, be reasonable.”
Adella sighed in exasperation at Doc’s request. In the clear morning air, Adella’s decision felt so much more real to the mercenaries. The night before, they’d hoped that she’d had an uncharacteristic breakdown, and that by morning, she’d be back to normal, waking them up for morning training as always. Instead, they’d been faced with a much more typical Adella: she’d made a decision, and she refused to reconsider it. She had collected her things the night before, and packed provisions for three days. Now, they only had to wait for Acton to return from the stables with Adella’s horse, and then she’d be gone. There was no denying it. She was leaving.
“Doc, I am leaving. There’s no turning back now. I’ll be back in a fortnight or so; I just need to get away for a bit.”
Micael cleared his throat. “Fine, but on one condition.”
“We’re coming with you,” Pierre finished for his brother.
Adella shook her head. “No. This is my journey to make, and mine alone. The rest of you will stay here, and assist Alexander in any way possible.”
“Adella,” Wilhelm said quietly, “please reconsider. Stay for a few days. I know you had a disagreement with Alexander, but if you allow the storm to pass, I am sure that—”
“No,” Adella said firmly. “This is about more that my argument with Alexander. This has been in the making for a long time; this is simply the first time I’ve allowed myself to acknowledge it. I need to get away, clear my head.”
“Adella, please, consider the repercussions…” Doc began once again, much to Adella’s annoyance. She leveled her gaze at him, staring him down with her bright green until his sentence trailed off into oblivion.
“Doc,” she pleaded quietly, “you are the only father I have ever known, so I know that you understand why I must do this. Do not try to stop me.”
Doc sighed quietly and hesitantly nodded his head in agreement. Adella smiled slightly at him.
“I’ll be back before you know it. Besides, once I return, you’ll have to start teaching me anatomy again, and then you’ll want me to leave all over again.”
Doc chuckled sadly. He reached over to Adella and pulled her into a hug. Her head was nestled right below his chin, and her arms were wrapped around his middle. He was the only father she’d ever known. The only home she’d ever known. The smell of him, the mix of herbs from medicines, was something she’d never forget.
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Mercenary
Historical FictionThe Phoenix is a terrifying mercenary, a soldier who travels the ten kingdoms, fighting for any who can afford his price. It is said that he is eight feet tall, with the strength of ten men. He breathes fire in battle, burning his victims alive. It...
