The Unwilling Hero

Chapter 2

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The rumbling of my stomach woke me from my unrestful slumber. A deep chill had set into my bones as I slept that made moving my stiff bones a painful task. Popping the

bones back into their joints I thought back on my situation. It had been two months

since I was kicked out of my house and the food scraps that I had managed to

grab had run out five days ago. As there was no place that I could call a safe

haven I had no chose but to resort to calling alleyways and gutters my home.

Crawling out of a small hole in the wall that I had been living in for the past

week I set off in search of something to sustain me for the next few days.

As I picked my way tough garbage that was littering the roads and back alleys a new smell

hit my nose. It was completely different to the rotten food stench that had

surrounded me since I left what was now my home. The smell was something that I

had not smelled in a long time. It smelled like a warm fire and hot food. I

found myself drawn to the smell and before I knew it I was off. Running down

streets I followed the smell deeper and deeper into the city. As the smell got

stronger I started to realise that I had never been this far into the city

before. I had no idea where I was or how to get back to my little hole in the

wall. Deciding to carry on, even with no clue as to where I was, I followed the

smell until I came to a rundown barn. The wood used to build it was rotten and

even missing in places. Slivers of light shone through gaps in the wood

accompanied by hush whispers. I looked around to try and find a clue to tell me

where I was and what was going on.

Opening the barn door just enough to slip in, instant warmth surrounded me like a blanket.

The hushed whispers were loader now enabling me to understand part of what was

being said.

"There's not much time left. We have to strike now. If we delay it any longer I don't think

we will be able to win." One voice rose above all the others. Turning I attempted

to locate the speaker and was able to spot him on the other side of the barn

talking with someone. Due to where I was standing I could not note make out who

he was talking to but I was able to see the speaker. He had spiky black hair

that was held back by a strip of fabric and piercing blue eyes could be seen

shining under the shadow of the fabric. His clothes were covered by a black

cloak but a flash of silver from underneath was all I needed to know that he

had some kind of knife with him. However I was too far away to tell if it was a

sword or a dagger. A quick glance around the room told me that I was the only

one there that was not wearing a cloak. Turning still, the smell of hot food

that had lead me here hit my nose again and left my senses tingling. Spotting a

large caldron with people gathering around it I make my way over in the hopes

of grabbing some free food. As I drew near I could hear someone addressing the

crowd in the background, but I was too focused on the food to care about what

was being said. Two voices called out suddenly,

"Only one serving left, who wants it?"

"Would anyone like to volunteer?"

Determined to get that last bowl of food I raise my hand and yell with all my might, "ME!!!"

Silence quickly covered the barn as all eyes turned to look at me. Feeling slightly self-conscious I slowly lower my hand thinking that the yell had probably been too much. Looking around I notice the black haired man from before standing on what could have

passed for a stage and looking at me strangely. He was accompanied by a man

much smaller than him who looked like he had just won some grand prize. Feeling

someone grab my arm I was pushed through the crowd and forced onto the stage. The

shorter man waddled over to me, his cloak open just enough to see his clothes

straining to keep him all in. as he drew closer the feeling of self-consciousness

grew until all I wanted was to run back to my little hole in the wall and never

come out.

Reaching me, he grabbed my hand and threw it up in the air, still clutching it tightly. Taking

a breath he addressed the crowd.

"All hail the new leader of our army. The Rebel Army!!!" cheers erupted from the crowd,

some people grabbed the person nearest to them and hugged them for all that

they were worth. Others just stood there cheering with great tears running in

rivers down their face. I on the other hand just stood there, frozen. Leader of the Rebel Army? There had to be some kind of mistake. All I wanted was that last serving of food. How did I get myself into this? On the other hand how do I get myself out?