Soldier - Prologue

My memory of those days is as clear as ever. 1

The war had just begun but my sister and I were children and that didn't mean much to us. Our father pulled down his rusty old sword and battered armor, but we never thought he'd need to use them. Mother and Father assured us that the battle's were leagues away and would never reach our side of the land. Boy were they wrong.2

I was seventeen summers the day the wounded soldier came to our home. Mother locked my younger sister and I in the attic while father went to the edge of the road to investigate. The look of fear in my mother's eye's when Father buckled on his sword was something that i had never thought i would see.3

The soldier died the next day, and that was the day that we moved out of our childhood home for good. Father sold the livestock to buy horses for our family and we packed up what clothes we could and made our way towards the capital city. I'd never been to the city before and at the time this seemed like a grand adventure. If i only i had known then just how much my life were going to change in the coming years.4