Marleyan Soldier Novels & Stories

Martha said. Amy wondered why Broderick called Martha and at the same time call her too. When Amy set his gaze on Broderick and examined him again, she assumed that he may be truly drunk. "What then did you mean by he will be carried away in few minutes time?" Amy just had time to process what Martha said a few minutes ago. Before Martha could respond, heavy steps of crowds could be heard around the house. Amy's heart stopped beating when he saw numerous soldiers appear from different angles of the house.

Still, I found what I needed. Marilyn Stokes, healer from Amari’s Wood. I frowned. I thought that village didn’t even exist anymore. It had vanished—from maps, from conversations, from trade routes... as if it had been swallowed by the earth itself. According to the records, Marilyn was a known healer. There was a son listed under her name, a man named Luca. The documents said he’d married a woman from outside the village, then got drafted into the Northern War. He never returned. Officially declared dead—but no body was ever recovered.

She gently placed her hand on the woman’s Marley looked at the unconscious woman and saw how her features resembled Jonathan's a lot. She smiled a bit and opened her mouth to speak. “Your son is a strong man, he's holding himself together well for you and his company. I can tell you are a strong woman so please for him you have to make it. You don't know me but I'm Marley and I'll be here for you and your son” said Marley with a smile gently letting her hand go and turning and leaving