As the thought reeled through my head, I slumped down to the ground, just looking around as my mind carried on going past overdrive and into what only could be described as insanity.
I didn’t say a thing for a few reasons: one, I was in shock. I mean, I'm meant to be at work, and magic, or whatever this is, should not be happening. This kind of stuff was reserved for web novels and films. The other reason is that I was the only person around. I couldn’t see another soul that was in this white space with me.
Finally raising up some courage, I yelled out hoping to prove myself wrong and that I would hear someone's voice breaking through this white world. “Hello!”....I felt like I could hear my voice echoing in the distance, but everything soon returned to the eerie silence that I had only just noticed. My mind went quiet, not a thought could be heard.
“I wonder when I will be rescued from whatever this is, that if it is not just a dream.”
Thinking of that, I pinched my wrist but nothing changed except for a sharp burst of pain.
“Definitely not doing that again.”
I carried on looking around as I ran my fingers through my hair.
Then I decided to try and find the end of this white space. Maybe there is another person in here with me somewhere.
Springing back to my feet. I began to run at first. I could hear my footsteps pounded into the ground and the noise of it echoed around bouncing off of the unseen walls. After a while I slowly began to slow down to a slow jog. The echo slowed down with me. Finally I got to a slow walk, the echo at this point I could barely hear at all.
In the end I slumped to the ground again. My eyes only briefly looked around.
“Sigh…”
“I’m alone in thi….”
Then, it happened again. This time it was the brightest flash I had ever witnessed.
This time, it took longer for my vision to return to normal, well at least normal in the sense that I wasn’t just seeing white.
As I waited for my sight to return, I could feel a gust of wind blow through my hair…..wait. Wind? I shouldn’t be able to feel that. It wasn’t just the wind though. It felt like I was sitting on lots of twigs and leaves. Like I was in the forest.
How is this possible? I thought to myself. If i'm not in the white space, I should be in a building with a concrete floor. Not some kind of woodland.
My vision returned soon after. As I expected, I was in a woodland region. Looking around, the trees towered above me and stretched out for as far as I could see. The canopy couldn’t be thick though, as bits of light were breaking through and lighting the floor around me. Then, with small flashes, people began to appear around me.
At first it was one. He looked at me in shock. Then someone appeared right in front of him, causing him to scream out, and making me chuckle quietly. Then more and more and more people began to appear around me, filling out the seemingly endless forest with all kinds of people. Some were small, some big. Not to mention there was every kind of hair color….I think I could even see a flash of pink in the distance.
After the initial shock, all these people began to talk to each other and try to work out what was going on.
I heard some ridiculous comments such as, “The creators have sent us to the main world. We have to prepare for the void war.” That person was immediately shunned for his ridiculous comment and people began to gather around someone who said that they were in the army.
He was talking about how someone will find everyone soon and rescue everyone. I smiled at that. There must be at least a thousand people around us. If not more. How did he expect so many people to be rescued at once? The so-called soldier was a little suspicious to me though. He didn't look like one for starters and two everything he said had nothing to do with survival, just waiting to be rescued. I didn't think a soldier would say something like this.
Then as I was walking over to where this soldier who had all the answers was standing, I heard a blood curdling scream, which made me freeze in place. I looked over at the direction that it came from immediately. In the distance I could see, people sprinting towards us with terrified faces.
I watched them get closer and raised my hands trying to slow one of them down, to find out what was going on.
They, against my expectations, ran straight through us, not even bothering to stop and explain what was going on. Unlike the others around me who looked around in confusion, I joined the people running away. This is due to in my mind at least, if they are running from something I would guess, it's better to run now than wait to find out what is chasing them.
I kept up my pace with them easily and in fact began to overtake some of the slower people, as well as jump over people who had tripped on the various roots and twigs of the trees around us.
Then the person in front of me stopped. Unfortunately I was going too fast to stop, and barrelled straight into her back, sending us sprawling to the floor in a bundle of limbs. She quickly detached herself from me and ran off in another direction.
I did get a good look at her face though, even with the ugly expression of terror she definitely could be classed as beautiful especially when compared to the other people that I had seen so far.
Slowly I stood up and looked forward trying to find what could cause such an expression in the woman. In front of me I could see some people like us, but they were wearing odd clothes. The clothes themselves reminded me of something that I had seen in a tv show once..if I remember correctly, they should be leather but why would they be wearing leather for? Then I noticed the whips in their hands, some of the whips even had some kind of liquid dripping off of them.
Further back I could see people being dragged away, kicking and screaming as what appeared to be metal collars were placed around their necks. Each of these collars had a chain attached connecting itself to another collar on another person.
Seeing this, I stood up and ran away, just like the women that I had run into. I did not want that to be me. Not at all.
I ran off quickly in a random direction avoiding the way I had come. Much to my surprise I ran into a similar scene. The people that I could see, had slightly different clothes on compared to the others that I had seen.
I barely stopped before running away again, not knowing at all what was going on. Who were these people?
After going for what felt like another thirty minutes, I heard yelling and screaming in the distance. I stood for a second, before creeping off in a different direction, attempting to avoid being noticed.
As I creeped back, I tripped over a branch landing onto the floor. I quickly moved my hands over my body to make sure I was not hurt, which happily I found that I wasn’t. Using the tree behind, me as a support I got back up, before walking off in another direction. Trying to avoid all the screaming and yells that had suddenly filled the forest around me.
As I moved through the forest much more slowly compared to before, I could sometimes catch a glimpse of people hiding on the top of some trees. At one point I even saw someone who had buried themselves in leaves. If it wasn't for the situation. I would have been laughing to the point of crying by now.
There were only a few people left running at this point. Most seemed to have been caught already or were hiding away somewhere like the people I had seen, trying to avoid what seemed to be capture. I heard another scream nearby.
Letting out a sigh, I began to move in another direction. Hoping against all odds that this time I would be able to go without running into these groups.
I had been moving for about ten minutes again before stopping.
I gasped for my breath. “Have…..I finally….escaped?”
Deeming that I had, I carried on moving to what seemed like the edge of the forest.
As I left the confines of the trees, I saw a sprawling grass plain. On it were a people similar to what I had seemed before but with one notable exception. They all had what appeared to be a kind of uniform on and were armed with spears and shields.
Thinking that I had finally been rescued from whatever this place was, I headed towards them. As I was about a few metres away, a couple of the soldiers ran out to me.
Barely standing at this point, I smiled and waved at them. They however, grabbed my outstretched arm, and flung me to the floor. Then I felt the cold bite of metal around my neck and with a solid click, a collar was placed on me.
With the collar being clamped onto my neck I lost the will power to move my body completely. I just layed there. I could faintly feel a tugging on my arms, like someone was trying to pick me up.I didn't even bother to look up. After all, what is the point? I had a metal collar around my neck. I am nothing more than...well I don’t even know what I am. A prisoner? A slave? Some kind of refugee? But then I don't even know where I am.While I was stuck in my head. I had been picked up, to my feet and held by the two who caught me. I assumed they were guards of some sort or they could be soldiers. What they were wearing looked very uniform.Each had some kind of white linen on or at least it looked this way as I could see pieces of white cloth poking out
“Get up you stinking slaves!”A sharp pain in my gut accompanied by yelling woke me up from my dream. In the dream I was back home, and was just going out to a party with my friends.Thud!I landed on the floor as the soldier kicked me again.“You slave!” He yelled while pointing at me. “Get moving or I will happily show you what it means to taste the whip! Now! Move!”I jumped to my feet and rushed past the other survivors to be the first outside. Stepping into the light, I stumbled before catching myself.
We had been marching for what felt like hours now. Well it was not marching, well the soldiers were. The survivors were more just walking together as well all were just following the lead of the officers. I could just about make out there helmet plumes over the mass of heads.Though it was weird though, I thought the officers would have horses, being officers and all. The soldiers around us, still had the leather armour, with the black helmets, bit they now alongside the sword that I had seen some have previously. They all were carrying spears as well. It is like everytime that I see them, there is something different about them.Ignoring all of this though, my feet are really starting to hurt.I glanced down at them for what felt like the millionth time in
As we reached the woods, the now group of around three thousand survivors and me of course were all stopped. We then all slowly were spread out and divided into three groups of one thousand people.Then me and the rest of my group were told to advance into the woods first.I slowly began to walk forward, Lance was next to me. I kept looking around. My hands also couldn’t stop shaking.‘This is it. This has to be it. The bandits must be in this wood somewhere.’As we walked through the woods, I began to gradually slow down. At this point I was near the back of the group. Behind us though, were a couple of hundred soldiers, each armed to the teeth.
“Craw..Craw!”I sat up slowly, groaning loudly as I did.It felt like an age as I moved my hand to rub the dust out of my eyes.“Uhhh. Fuck! I feel like I have eaten something bad.” My ears began to ring at the sound of my voice.“That is probably due to this wonderful thing called a healing potion...all was it healing slave….I don’t know, but it did fix up your internals rather well. You have been through a nasty mess haven't you?” The new voice took my surprise. I hadn’t even noticed anyone there.As I looked around, trying to find the origin of the voice. I saw what was left of the
As we marched on, I looked around. Feeling much more lonely without having Lance around. His smile and laughter always seemed to make everything feel fine, like we weren’t slaves at all. He is gone though. Now all I feel is dread for what is to come.This was only the first out of ten battles and that was even if the words that the commander said could be trusted. I mean probably lied, just trying to give us some false hope to fight for. I mean who would let their slaves go and be free after making them experience all of this...unless they don't expect us to survive that long?The feeling of dread began to increase as I began to think and worry about what my future might hold...as I was thinking that same word came into my mind again, almost like a magic spell. Survive. It calmed me down, at least calmed me enough.
After a quick meal of the never changing stale bread. We all set off. I had made sure that I still had my knife on me. It would be my biggest mistake if I were to leave it behind. Who knows if I would be able to get an arrow to use as a weapon again.As we marched, it was quiet except for the heavy breathing and footsteps of everyone. Looking around, not a smile could be seen, most people had tears running down their faces. I heard a bit more about our previous battle earlier though from some people. The first wave which I was part of was the worst hit. Apparently around seven hundred of us have been killed i'm the initial assault. The rest was made up of the second of, they though encountered many more elite fighters inside of the camp, taking as much damage from the archers we had. The third wave didn't lose a soul though as by the time they had arrived the battle was all but over, making t
As I reached the fork again, I went right going down the only path that I had yet to take. I couldn’t hear any fighting down this path though at least not anymore. Sometimes I would come across some bodies, but I could not tell who is who. The bandits and us the slaves all were wearing the same style of armour. This would make it incredibly difficult to tell apart each other when I reach the fighting.Ting!I heard the faint sound of clashing metal, and could smell some blood. It made my stomach churn as I almost felt like I was back at the bandit camp, seeing Lance get riddled by the arrows. A tear began to fall down my face as I hit myself with my spare hand.Shake out of it! You can not be thinking of him for now, you have to focus. I must survive for him.
Then I bounced up again as the wagon I was on went another bump, with that bump though, the screaming had stopped. As I looked around to try and see what the sudden screaming was about. I heard someone who was at the back of the wagon throw up. I looked other confused as to why they would so suddenly throw up. By the time that they had gotten ahold of themselves and were ready to talk we had already moved on a bit, and the putrid smell of their vomit had started to waft around. The smell of that was disgusting, and I suddenly found myself not wanting to know what had caused it, though I still listened in as they spoke.“Someone had...fallen off a wagon...I guess their legs were run ove
After the soldier had left, I got up and sat down on the left-hand side of the wagon. The hard surface of the seat, not at all feeling comfortable. Leading to me shuffling and moving around for a few minutes trying to at least find some sort of comfort on the seat. In the end, I just gave up and focused on the roll in my hand.Then I after looking over it and wiping off the little bit of wood that gotten caught into the roll as it rolled across the wagon. I began to slowly eat through the roll. It only lasted a few seconds before the whole thing was completely devoured. I looked at my hands for a few seconds wishing that the roll was larger so that it would last more. Finally after giving up hope for a roll to suddenly appear. I began to look around myself, and try to find something interesting to look at.Around me, were ten o
“Uhh…”As I slowly came back to my senses, I noticed that I was no longer in the wagon, but had at some point in time been moved outside. I was in the dirt.As I slowly got up, I spat some dirt out, that had somehow found its way inside of my mouth. Even then I could still swear that I could taste it in there.Next, once I was sitting up, I brought my wrist up to my face. On it, was the tattoo. It was done is a now what looked black in. The tattoo itself was fairly simple. It was a rectangular box, inside of which was a shield with a sun on, much like the flag of the country we were in. Behind that shield were two interlocking spears. Apart from that, there was some kind of writing below the image, but I had no idea what any of it meant. This was the first time in this place, that I had encountered this. In fact, as I thought it seems like I was incredibly lucky to not have run into this kind of problem before.
“Ahhhh!”A loud scream woke me up from my dream. When I looked around, all I could see were the others with who I had set camp. The man I guard just glanced back at me. In his eyes, I saw nothing. There was no spark, they were just empty and cold.‘Will I end up like this? Is this what surviving means? To become detached from the world..is this what I want?’“It is rude to stare at people you know.”I looked away, to the floor as I heard him. Then, still feeling embarrassed, I began to brush the dust around that was on the floor.“Dude, if you are just going to do that. Take guard duty and let me sleep.&
As I reached the fork again, I went right going down the only path that I had yet to take. I couldn’t hear any fighting down this path though at least not anymore. Sometimes I would come across some bodies, but I could not tell who is who. The bandits and us the slaves all were wearing the same style of armour. This would make it incredibly difficult to tell apart each other when I reach the fighting.Ting!I heard the faint sound of clashing metal, and could smell some blood. It made my stomach churn as I almost felt like I was back at the bandit camp, seeing Lance get riddled by the arrows. A tear began to fall down my face as I hit myself with my spare hand.Shake out of it! You can not be thinking of him for now, you have to focus. I must survive for him.
After a quick meal of the never changing stale bread. We all set off. I had made sure that I still had my knife on me. It would be my biggest mistake if I were to leave it behind. Who knows if I would be able to get an arrow to use as a weapon again.As we marched, it was quiet except for the heavy breathing and footsteps of everyone. Looking around, not a smile could be seen, most people had tears running down their faces. I heard a bit more about our previous battle earlier though from some people. The first wave which I was part of was the worst hit. Apparently around seven hundred of us have been killed i'm the initial assault. The rest was made up of the second of, they though encountered many more elite fighters inside of the camp, taking as much damage from the archers we had. The third wave didn't lose a soul though as by the time they had arrived the battle was all but over, making t
As we marched on, I looked around. Feeling much more lonely without having Lance around. His smile and laughter always seemed to make everything feel fine, like we weren’t slaves at all. He is gone though. Now all I feel is dread for what is to come.This was only the first out of ten battles and that was even if the words that the commander said could be trusted. I mean probably lied, just trying to give us some false hope to fight for. I mean who would let their slaves go and be free after making them experience all of this...unless they don't expect us to survive that long?The feeling of dread began to increase as I began to think and worry about what my future might hold...as I was thinking that same word came into my mind again, almost like a magic spell. Survive. It calmed me down, at least calmed me enough.
“Craw..Craw!”I sat up slowly, groaning loudly as I did.It felt like an age as I moved my hand to rub the dust out of my eyes.“Uhhh. Fuck! I feel like I have eaten something bad.” My ears began to ring at the sound of my voice.“That is probably due to this wonderful thing called a healing potion...all was it healing slave….I don’t know, but it did fix up your internals rather well. You have been through a nasty mess haven't you?” The new voice took my surprise. I hadn’t even noticed anyone there.As I looked around, trying to find the origin of the voice. I saw what was left of the
As we reached the woods, the now group of around three thousand survivors and me of course were all stopped. We then all slowly were spread out and divided into three groups of one thousand people.Then me and the rest of my group were told to advance into the woods first.I slowly began to walk forward, Lance was next to me. I kept looking around. My hands also couldn’t stop shaking.‘This is it. This has to be it. The bandits must be in this wood somewhere.’As we walked through the woods, I began to gradually slow down. At this point I was near the back of the group. Behind us though, were a couple of hundred soldiers, each armed to the teeth.