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Very wrong. The man's injuries looked severe. Yet there wasn't enough blood. And his eyes... His eyes never blinked. Not once. Renn slowly raised the lantern. The light illuminated the soldier's face. The smile appeared instantly. Not gradual. Not natural. One moment he looked terrified. The next he was smiling. The same smile. The smile we'd seen everywhere. My heart nearly stopped. The soldier laughed. A horrible sound. Far too many voices layered together. "You almost believed me."

“Not just you. Not just me. People who went through things they shouldn’t have, who came out of it carrying more than they know how to hold.” His breathing changed slightly, not obvious, but enough. “You’ve seen it,” I continued. “You understand it in a way most of them don’t.” “That’s not a skill,” he said. “It is if you use it.” He frowned faintly, the resistance still there, but weaker now, uncertain. “They don’t need another soldier,” I said. “They don’t need someone stronger or louder or more feared. They need someone who knows what it feels like to stand where they are and not know how to move forward.”

When I woke up that day my life ended. They say that I saved my squad's life that day and for that, I got a medal of honor. But no medal can make up for what I lost that day. My leg. I am supposed to be a hero but I am not, I am a broken man. Nobody wants a broken man, they need a hero. A broken man does not get the girls, he gets to be lonely. My only wish now is to meet someone that is going to take me for who I am, a broken soldier.

“He doesn’t. And he didn’t plan it. When he got here… that was not what he wanted for Haven’s Crest. He wanted to make this a safe place for all - he wanted to do it the right way, buying the land legally and staying out of the humans' way. “But the humans will not stop until all of us are dead. He has to do it. He has to order people to go to war. Can you imagine the burden for such a man?” I am suddenly, and acutely, filled with a deep sadness. My heart grows heavy with sorrow for my mate. "He’s a good man," the butler goes on, "and it takes a lot to force good men into a war." I don’t know much about that. My father was a good man, but he never had to order people to go to war. “What happ

“That’s a start.” “I like you because you do not try to paint yourself a saint. Only a few would own up to the absolutely horrible stuff they have done, especially when they are trying to make someone see the good in them.” A confused expression glides across his face. “It’s a compliment.” “Oh…” He chuckles. “I wasn't so sure anymore.” “That said, can you not go to war?” He finally withdraws his hand and exhales, turning away. “Men go to war for the women they love. Jerry was right. I need to take the bull by the horns.”

My eyes gleamed with wrath. “I’m not the kind of man,” I said, voice low and growing darker with every word, “who sacrifices his woman for the world’s peace. I’m not a hero, never have been.” I paused beside a twitching soldier, still alive, still foolishly hoping for mercy. “I’m the man,” I whispered, “who will slay every man, every woman, every child… and walk over their piled, burning corpses…” I raised my boot and crushed the wounded soldier’s skull, his scream silenced in a sickening crack of bone.

With his sword in his hand, he searched again and slowly returned to his gaze, pushed his door aside and got into his house which was quiet and dark. Carefully, he dropped his helmet on a wooden table and let out another tiring sigh. With his hands, he searched for a match box, soon, he found one and at once, he lit the candle stand next to his favorite armchair. Yomina walked towards a cabinet and picked up a bottle of beer. With tired muscles of the day, he sat on his armchair and twisted his neck, the sound of cracking bones filled the room. He has been a soldier for so many years, his ruthlessness and no human nature has earned him title of the most brutal soldier of Anedo as he is deter

I asked. “I wake up and carry out my duties as I’m supposed to,” he opened his eyes and stared angrily at me. “I think you’re forgetting the part where you compromised your duties,” I retorted. “I know, my Lord.” “What’s your name?” “Chris Tanever,” the soldier answered me proudly. “Have any kids, Tanever?” I asked. He didn’t answer so I guess the answer was yes. “I’ll never understand how you did such a thing if you have children of your own.”

I flatten myself far away from the vines opening , and pray that the wind is on my side "Why did you drag me over here Frank?" one of the soldier's sleepily ask the other. I know Frank - he was my close friend when growing up. However , when we started working for the King - our jobs were too different and our relationship drifted. He was a kind , gentle spirit. He always enjoyed helping others , he loved visiting the stables with me when my dad was in-charge of it. He would go out in the woods , and look for injured animals to help or he would pick flowers for his mother - then I ask myself , why would he choose to become a soldier? It simply does not make sense as to why such a gentle pers

She had enough weight to sink in just like the foolhardy man she wanted to rescue. The men arranged themselves, the soldier in front, holding her other hand as she entered, and the victim raised his hands, eager to be rescued.Her hands connected with his gently, her hard hands connecting with soft ones. She was not supposed to be curious, but she wondered how the rest of him would feel. And he smelled nice too, despite the stench of the mud. She shook herself mentally as she tried to lock hands properly with him. This was not the time to think about nice smelling men, a life was at stake.