battle of the axes (may be changed)

Chapter three

Broken and sore

When I had awaken it was late in the evening and the sun is just starting to set. How I got on this bed is a mystery to me all I remember is the Persians retreating and than my memory draws a blank. Well I know at least I'm in the healers tent with the rest of the injured men and that bitter metallic smell of fresh blood. When I go to sit up. I feel a stabbing pain in my side and I have to lay myself back down. So unable to get up I try to call for someone in the tent but the pain come back when I tried. Well now that was useless and just than Alex comes storming in the tent." I'm going to see your son, a good for nothing father you are." Well he pretty much explained my father right there. To my father I am a mistake and a child that was not his. So some of the men in the army took me under there wing and even though my dad does not want me. He's a good man, he helps out with the injured and sometimes even helps me. But I guess that's life. Realizing that Alex was talking to me I ask "Wait. What were you saying?"

"Oh so you finally decided to listen, eh. So how are you feeling? You hungry or need a drink, I can go get you something."

"I'm go...." my words stopped coming out as I sat up "No Thanks" I mumble. "Alright and kid don't move to much. When that Persian hit you with that hammer. I'm guessing he cracked some of those ribs." He chuckles as he points to my ribs and than just stands up leaves the tent. Well I'm back to my thoughts. Well now that the siege is over I wonder how many we lost. I'm guess around 3000 men since our Amy was eight times the size of the Persian which has around 5600 men. By the time the medic comes to my bed and ask me some question. I was half a sleep and dying for sometime to do or eat. "So Arthur you should be out of here soon just give me a few minute here to check how your ribs are doing" after check ing my ribs. The medic just carried on "Okay you should be fine and please take it easy on lifting."

"I will I can hardly stand so yeah I pass on lifting" I joke. As I got up and left the tent. Blinded by the light I heard the sound of some house galloping by with a passenger wagon behind them. Must be someone important to not be riding there own horse. When the wagon went past and aloud me to pass. I head to were my squads barracks is. There to the tent was Alex and the others but just then I heard someone call my name. "Arthur your alive" when I turn to see the dark blonde, tall frame of Miya. Miya was my soon to be wife. She came from a family of the tribe of one of the twelve Israelites. As she ran up and hugged me, my ribs started to feel no snapping like twigs but I didn't dare mention it to her. So I simply enjoyed the moment of her in my arms and to know that she was safe. As she pull away she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. Than just turned around and ran back to her assigned house in the field. Continuing my way to my barracks. I see Alex start walking over. " Hey Alex."

"Hey kid. I see your up and walking now"

"Yeah but I think I will be sore and maybe a little broken for awhile"

"Yeah well at least you survived your first battle" he laughed about it and than lead me into the barracks. When we step in the smell of the victory feast was making my tongue moist. A couple of minutes later my stomach gave me the signal to eat sometime fast and eat as much as possible. But before I made it to the feast table I was stopped. But Neal as he congratulates me on staying alive and that he wishes me to heal soon. But as I get to the table my dad stands up and makes a toast. "We had a wonderful fight today. We lost not as much men as we thought we would. But everyone please congratulate my son for his heroics and remembering how to swing his sword properly." all of us laugh a little. "Thanks everyone and enjoy the toast" as he finished to eat and enjoy the rest of this feast.