DONALD ROHR - A SOLDIER'S PURPOSE
Donald Rohr is an avid Dungeons&Dragons player with a love for a good story. His dream is to write for games, movies, and TV. Currently he is helping write stories for several video games. You can follow him on Twitter @DonaldRohr5
A SOLDIER'S PURPOSE
Tala was seated in her quarters sharpening her blade. All my life I’ve wanted to be a soldier so why am having second thoughts now, she thought to herself as she continued. Her sergeant had told her to prepare for battle as some unwelcome guests may arrive. Why do I suddenly want to just run away, it's not like me. Her hands shook causing her to slip and cut herself on her blade. “Ow, shit!” she shouted she leaned her sword up against the wall then got up and walked over to her desk.
“Are you alright mlady,” a guard asked from outside the door.
Tala jumped slightly almost forgetting he was there. “Yes I’m fine, just cut myself slightly no need to call a healer,” she said as she opened one of her desks drawrs and pulled out a cloth.
She bandaged her hand as she continued to shake. All I've ever wanted was to be a soldier and fight, so why, why am I suddenly regretting ever joining. She looked back at her sword, her blood flowed down the blade. It made her sick to her stomach, I guess I never really considered that I would really have to kill somebody and have their blood on my blade. She the more she thought about it the more she realized that she couldn't do it. But I am a soldier what else can I do. Her eyes turned to the window in her room, she thought about running just leaving and letting everyone else deal with it and walked toward the window. As she reached the window she stopped and thought about all the others that she would be leaving behind, all her friends that she would be leaving to deal with this themselves. She couldn’t do that to them, she isn't that selfish.
She gathered her courage and grabbed her sword, sitting back down and continued sharpening. If I can’t kill for myself, then I’ll kill to protect them, this idea filled her with new determination as her hands had stopped shaking and she finished sharpening her blade. She then scabored it on her side and walked out of her room and headed to the mess hall to eat and drink with the others in her unit, after all this could be there last night together on this earth.
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