Fractured Curse; GoldenEye Origins

Chapter #4

     A young man stands over a map, chewing on the end of his pen. The map is a ruff layout of the entire continent. Blue lines the edges, no other land masses documented. It made the man roll his yes the first time he saw it. No matter, it's still good enough for what he's suppose to be doing; battle strategies and all that.
You see, the General of the third city didn't pick their second for his strength or prowess with weapons. He was chosen for his level head. The second always seemed to be three steps ahead of the opponent. Although a little hesitant to explain all his ideas, he's always charging head first into any situation. Some see him as weak for his lack of a strong appearance. Especially his one blind eye. The second has one blind and foggy yellow eye, and one a clear blue eye. His hair is a dirty blond that lays flat against his head. Robbert, the second of the third city General, is often mistakenly underestimated.
     "Rob, are you still in here?", a voice speaks up. It makes Rob flinch in surprise. He drops his pencil and spins around to see a soldier dressed in the usual uniform. Rob honestly has a hard time remembering anyone's names.
     "Y-Yes, I'm here. Does the General need me?", Rob asks, stuttering on the first word.
"He's waiting for you in the training felid. He says that he wants to see the best routs for a stealth attack on the other cities", the soldier explains. Rob nods without answering, rolling up a few maps to take with him. Rob doesn't pay much attention to the soldier as they walk down the hall, being absorbed into a report that he's reading. The soldier can't help but wonder why this quiet man was chosen as a second. If he attacked right now, he wouldn't of even seen it coming. Distraction like this is what gets people killed.
The training grounds are a bit of a mess of sparring men and flying arrows. The area opens up into a large field. Rob still doesn't look up from the report, noting the change of texture beneath his feet. He can tell from the sounds around him if anything gets too close to be a threat. His hyper awareness is invisible to anyone else. The soldier is even becoming annoyed with the second's show of indifference. They're just about to say something when a blur shoots past their face. Rob ducks underneath the stray arrow without a glance and keeps walking. The soldier freezes for a moment before following. Maybe Rob isn't so distracted, after all.
"General, you wanted to see me?", Rob asks, coming up beside a large man watching a pair of soldiers spar. The third city General looks up with a bit of a frown on his face.
"Rob, I told you to be here an hour ago", the General sighs, a little disappointed. Rob shows all the good signs of a leader, but seems to fail at using them, and brushing off battle training. It's almost as if he's not trying anymore.
"I guess I just lost track of time, s-sorry. But you wanted to see the stealth routs?" Rob apologizes, dropping most of his paper into the previous soldiers arms. Said man almost just drops them onto the ground in annoyance. Rob doesn't seem too keen on making any emotional attachments to anyone in the city. He's not anti social, just being cautious. His past experiences hadn't gone too well with anyone other than himself. The General and Rob talk about different strategies for hours while the soldier stills stands awkwardly holding the rest of the maps.
Lately, Rob has been seeing strange things. Sometimes when he closes his eyes at night, he dreams of himself in a different time, but in the same place. It doesn't make much sense to Rob. Sometimes he doesn't see at all. Other times Rob sees with a mirror's reflection of his own eyes. The only way that he can describe it is a side effect. Still, it let's him know that what he's doing is important and needed for what is to come.