"Captain?" one of his men joins the officer in running towards the antechamber where special uniforms will be donned.
"Yes, Eloth?"
"I've a confession to make."
"What is it?"
"After all these ages of inaction, I was kind of hoping we'd be attacked, and now I kind of regret it."
"We're not under attack."
"We're not?" the soldier's steps slow momentarily. "But… I thought this was not a drill?"
"It's not. We've been ordered to different action. I'll brief you all in the antechamber."
The soldiers reach the room.
YOU ARE READING
Trident
Science FictionBorn in the midst of a storm with black curls and silver eyes, abandoned by her father, Storm is destined to face a power unknown. She may destroy her world, or save it.
