A young man lay in his make shift bed, hair ruffled and sweaty from a fitful night’s sleep. Although he lay still, his eyes were open, staring blankly at the canvas roof above him. He had retreated into the dark corners of his mind, remembering. Remembering the death of his friend and leader, remembering her sister that mysteriously disappeared, dropping the weight of the rebellion on his shoulders. He sighed, shifting his legs off the side of the bed. Rubbing his eyes, he rose shakily, and got dressed. Outside it was silent, not even the morning song of the insects could be heard. It was hours before dawn. Despite the ungodly hour, Will set out, exiting his tent in full uniform, and walked stealthily through the rows of tents and their sleeping inhabitants. He continued in this manner to the outskirts of the camp.
“Sir?” a gruff voice of a sentry asked quietly.
“Any activity?” Will asked, keeping his voice down as well.
“No sir. Nothing has moved since midnight.”
“Good. The guard needs to be alert. We’re expecting an attack any day now.”
“Yes, sir.” The guard nodded, trying his best to stifle a yawn. Will smiled,
“Alright, call for the next shift, and then get to bed.”
“I’ll cover your shift.” The man nodded appreciatively, and began his trek back to camp.
Silence fell once more…
An nearly indecipherable beat thrummed, disturbing the calm of the early morning, only recognized by the trained ears of an archer. Will scanned the horizon searching for movement that produced the sound.
Thump…thump, thump…thump…thump, thump. The volume slowly increasing as the source drew closer.
Finally, a dark shape emerged from the lightening sky. Will rose slowly, carefully to control his movements. As it came closer, he was able to make out features: slight build–most likely female, long hair framing a still-dark face, ripped cloak, and a heavy limp.
Will moved forward, his footsteps soundless, making his way to the advancing figure. She didn’t appear to notice his movement.
Is she an enemy? She looks pretty beaten up. Is it a trick? Will’s mind spun, as he watched the girl wearily.
Suddenly, she stopped, lifting her head. Will froze. A pale hand snaked out from underneath her cloak and seized his forearm. In a second, both of his arms were twisted behind his back, pushing him to his knees.
“Who are you?” A voice whispered harshly. It was oddly familiar.
“Will Sivers.” He answered. Then the pressure let up, and his hands were released. Surprised, he turned around, meeting dark green eyes. He knew those eyes.
“What happened? Why did you leave?” His eyes narrowing, recovering from his shock.
“I didn’t leave…well not voluntarily.” Her eyes lowered, he could practically see her thinking.
“The Empire.” She nodded. “How did you get away?” Kate was silent for a moment. Then she raised her head, a wicked grin stretching across her face.
A red streak of pain flashed in his eyes, then darkness.
That was too easy. Klys chuckled to herself, dropping her disguise. She looked down at the boy splayed on the ground, nudging his head with her boot to make sure he was unconscious. She smiled,
“Don’t worry, you’ll see Kate soon enough.” Then she turned, and whistled. Moments later, two men approached her from the tree line.
“Fisher, get the body. Volfson, make sure we don’t have any witnesses.” She ordered.
“The Master is expecting us.”