If Not I

Hi Guys Round 5!

Just an hour ago Private James Thomason and his platoon had been ambushed along their convoy. Their muskets, powder and sabres had been taken away, and all the men tied together in one long formation. They were betrayed, their location sold to the native Soix. How ironic had it been that the one to betray them was the man who translated. Of course it had been Tarric, he spoke their language and most probably bartered for some deal in his favour.

Please leave a comment, suggestion or criticism all are welcomed. This is the fifth round but not the final one with my fellow Wattpad user Sanjalisha. Hope you are ready for this Sanjalisha! Check out our other stories! We both wrote our stories from the words 'If Not I' and i just love seeing how our concepts differ.