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Chapter Eighty Four | GilXBlood

Fire.

Blood.

Smoke.

Death.

The sound of swords.

This was my reality at the moment.

"Gilbert!"

I heard someone shout my name.

I'm the troop leader for the trainees, it's my job to take care of them, to make sure they're okay.

But tonight everything changed.

I was writing in my journal before going to bed when I awoke with a start and saw the smoke in the air, not from my lantern but from whoever the screaming and war cries echoed.

I awoke the others, I don't know how they were sleeping through this and we dawned our cloaks and ran from our tents but we saw no one.

Not until the arrows flew through the air.

I blocked mine with my sword.

Helmut wasn't fast enough. The arrow sliced through his head, right between his eyes and he fell dead.

Helmut.

Helmut who I've known all my life.

Helmut who helped me through the bad times, who played with me in the simple and fun times. Helmut who was also an orphan and dreamed of knighthood.

Dead.

But he was only the first.

We ran.

We were ill-prepared and had no eyes on the enemy, we needed higher ground to take in the situation.

We were headed to a marketing town, hoping to spread the word and reach out to the sissy aristocrats who lived on the mountain above looking down on everyone. It was just a few trainees and a few soldiers, not a war just a small troop, less than thirty.

But nonetheless, we were a threat. How flattering, but this isn't the preferable outcome, why don't you beg at my awesome feet instead you scummy losers.

They killed my friend, now I'd kill them.

Claud ran beside me, he kept glancing to the back which slowed him down but he didn't care. Claus, his twin died a year ago from an unknown illness. I thought it was pathetic to die from getting sick but I was still admittedly sad. I had also known Claus a good many years.

I'm glad.

I'm glad that Elijah chose to live a life where he doesn't have to run for his life or see bloodshed, where no one hates him just for existing. But I'd always be a Teutonic knight en if I lost everything else, this is what I had.

This was my army, my people, my future. My family.

"Gilbert," Gerald hissed and motioned me behind a tent, one that wasn't on fire yet.

We ran to his side.

Gerald was a knight.

What the fuck does he think he's doing hiding like a coward.

"Vhat are you doing?" He asked him.

He calmed his breathing down enough to explain the situation.

"They let me go to give a message."

"You took the deal, you're doing vhat vhey vant!" Claud raged.

He looked hysterical, he wasn't in his right mind, no wonder he ran.