Mystic Legacy (BOOK 1)

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 16

*Warning: The following chapter contains violence and blood

Backstory Continues

"Oh my god, I then told the dude to chill out, it was only a joke. Pussy ass bitch was sensitive as fuck." We both bursted out laughing at a story Steve was telling me when he was in high school. We've been talking for hours in our sleeping bags.

"Soo, got a girl back home?" He teasingly asked.

"Nah man, I got no one. It's alright though." I looked over to him.

"After this war, I'm finding you a hot chick."

"No no don't. I don't need a girl. At least not for now." I admitted to him.

We were then interrupted by a guard who was patrolling the campsite.

"Boys, I don't know why you're still up at this hour, but by the break of dawn, you have a battle to fight in. Get some rest!" He scowled at the both of us.

"Sir yes sir." We both said at the same time as he scoffed and closed our tent.

The next day was going to be a big one...

The next few weeks in training was a rough one. Getting screamed at when we did something that wasn't right, four minute showers and 20 minute breaks. I genuinely wished I was at home right now.

We're in our tents as we get ready for our first day in battle tomorrow.

"You nervous?" Steve asked me from behind as I pulled back my covers and tucked myself in.

"Nervous? Why would I be? More like..." I paused for a second and dropping my head.

I let out a sigh of frustration.

"I don't know what I feel about this. I just want to be home." I looked up at him and he nodded.

"I feel you man. You're home sick still, even though we've been here for about a few weeks now. I get it though, and I don't blame you either." He reached out to turn off the lantern that was between our beds.

"Good night man. Rest well, you're gonna need it." He said before drifting off.

"I know I do." I sigh and stared up into the darkness before falling asleep.

The early morning came as the sunlight beamed through the fabric of our tent as we get ready to go into the battlefield.

We all lined up in trenches with our weapons, ready to attack.

I was shaking.

I don't know why.

But I know that I want to see my father again.

Steve startled me by lightly placing his hand on my shoulder.

"It's ok man, we're going to make it out alive." His pep talk gave me a little sense of hope.

We waited for our signal before we moved our positions.

Before anything, I silently prayed for myself, as this is about to get ugly.

The signal fired, and all of us ran out of the trenches. Steve and I both ran full speed to our enemies.

It was guerrilla warfare out there, heads being decapitated, blood spilling everywhere.