An Early Piece of the Puzzle

Chapter 2: A place to stay

Quick A/N: So... I tend to switch back and forth between POV Characters, but I also have a writing bias (some people are just better to write with at certain times than others). Alo is favored for this story as a whole and I originally wrote this chapter through him, but I decided to switch it to Zach to keep a balance. I'll try to keep that pattern, but It'll probably change it if the story feels better doing something else. 

Also, this is all still up to change. The main point of posting it is to receive feedback SO I can eventually change it (regardless of how much fun i'm having with it right now).

Edit: I've added more to the start of this chapter because I really like writing the same scene from different views and wanted to explore more from Zachs point of view. I know it's not always fun to read and I may end up reiterating the same things over again, but I swear it's just because I'm trying to make this world a bit more solid. Not necessarily realistic, but solid. And yes, I'm also aware of how unlikely all of these things are, but that's not gonna stop me from writing about it :)

Anyway, thanks for reading and enjoy.

A place to stay - Part 1

Zach

The War that forced me and my family from our home was going to end, one way or another. If not by my hand, then by one of my other companions.

But I was the only one who knew that none of us would ever return.

I swore when I left that I would never be back to that grey landscape, thick with tall and squat buildings, covered in nice paints and lights to guild the greuling lifestyle that hid underneath it. The only reason I had to go back was for my sisters, my parents had fallen easily into the trap of industry and capital over their childrens safety. My siblings deserved to be treated better and I saw it, but I knew that the only way to make a meaningful change for them was by doing this. By doing what was ordered of me. To kill the King and 'free' his people so the war might end, and our government might be able to focus more on it's people.

It wasn't much of a promise, but they had made it. It was one of the few things that kept me going now adays, a small glimmer of hope that gave me a reason to get up, learn more, and work hard.

I was set on the outcome of death. I was going to use everything, EVERYTHING they'd taught me, to ruin their war and free us all.

We were so close now. Only a short time from the border. We headed for the randevous point, a small, make shift platform nestled high up in the trees just behind a particular fork in the road. One prong lead into the deadly forest, heading south and out of the world I knew. The other went north, to a long lost home. From that point, we were to make a straight shot west, right to the heart of the capitol, where the 'King' sat ignorant, fat and happy on his false throne.

We were all caught off guard by the mob of soldiers that met us right at the border. At least a thousand people on horseback, sheilds, swords, and staffs in hand, and all donning the dark green emblem of their king.

Before I was sure what was going to happen, a fight broke out. One of our men had shot one of theirs and he screamed in agony. A spell was tossed in retaliation and one of ours fell onto one of theirs. Quickly, everything fell into chaos. There was so much confusion and the road itself was so narrow that men from both sides were being killed not by eachother, but by falling to the ground and being trampled by the frightened horses looking for a place to run. I found myself easily knocked off course, but I wasn't going to fight. This wasn't part of the plan, this wasn't part of MY plan.