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The First Chapter! A New World?
âWell, you better start figuring that out if you are going to be her.â
The journal entries were a start for her charge, at least. Sigridrelle figured the best way forward was going to be on the womanâs own, now heavily armored, two feet. The information that had been compiled by intel suggested a lot of things about Alexisa and the world she inhabited. High middle ages. Several wars and ailments. If Mako did get put inside a commoner instead of Alexisa it mightâve been faster than killing her as a knight. At the very least Sigridelle could relax that her charge was taking it well and quite quickly too. If it wasnât crossing the line she wouldâve told Mako she had the perfect personality for an accidental death case.
Thatâs when she heard chattering on her commlink and the angel touched her ear to answer the call. She would stop moving and mutter the usual sounds when she received a call in the middle of the case.
âLooks like I'm being called in. Iâll check in with you later.â She stated nonchalantly, âDonât die.â
Before Mako could elicit a response she had vanished into thin air.
If not for the stench of war, the southern hills around Addan wouldâve been beautiful. Soft rolling hills, long stretches of oak and pine, and a beautiful wide river that came down from the mountains that one could see in the distance to the northwest. The road was a combination of worn dirt and there wasnât much to be seen. Various farm houses scattered the distance with fields of crops as far as the eye could see. The sun was still high; evening had yet to come. What kind of creature permeated the wilds like such a place at night if giant birds scoured the skies at day?
Eventually, Mako would come to a stone bridge where a supply wagon stood bearing the sigil of Alexisaâs nation. There were no corpses, at least. The wagon had been ripped free of its horses, though some crates of inventory remained. Most had already been ransacked through or emptied; useless items sprawled the surface of the bridge such as tankards, scrolls, and the like. Scavengers and looters were looking for weapons, coin, and other things of value after all. There wasnât much left for Mako if she chose to open what was left. A few pitchers of clean water, sacks of dried food for troops, and the like; the only thing of value would be that of a regional map.
But at least it was something.
The journal entries were a start for her charge, at least. Sigridrelle figured the best way forward was going to be on the womanâs own, now heavily armored, two feet. The information that had been compiled by intel suggested a lot of things about Alexisa and the world she inhabited. High middle ages. Several wars and ailments. If Mako did get put inside a commoner instead of Alexisa it mightâve been faster than killing her as a knight. At the very least Sigridelle could relax that her charge was taking it well and quite quickly too. If it wasnât crossing the line she wouldâve told Mako she had the perfect personality for an accidental death case.
Thatâs when she heard chattering on her commlink and the angel touched her ear to answer the call. She would stop moving and mutter the usual sounds when she received a call in the middle of the case.
âLooks like I'm being called in. Iâll check in with you later.â She stated nonchalantly, âDonât die.â
Before Mako could elicit a response she had vanished into thin air.
***
If not for the stench of war, the southern hills around Addan wouldâve been beautiful. Soft rolling hills, long stretches of oak and pine, and a beautiful wide river that came down from the mountains that one could see in the distance to the northwest. The road was a combination of worn dirt and there wasnât much to be seen. Various farm houses scattered the distance with fields of crops as far as the eye could see. The sun was still high; evening had yet to come. What kind of creature permeated the wilds like such a place at night if giant birds scoured the skies at day?
Eventually, Mako would come to a stone bridge where a supply wagon stood bearing the sigil of Alexisaâs nation. There were no corpses, at least. The wagon had been ripped free of its horses, though some crates of inventory remained. Most had already been ransacked through or emptied; useless items sprawled the surface of the bridge such as tankards, scrolls, and the like. Scavengers and looters were looking for weapons, coin, and other things of value after all. There wasnât much left for Mako if she chose to open what was left. A few pitchers of clean water, sacks of dried food for troops, and the like; the only thing of value would be that of a regional map.
But at least it was something.
