The Shadow Soldiers

Prologue

In a raining afternoon, on a rebel gallian camp, a rebel officer goes from one side to the other nonstop, with a seriously worried expression on his face.

"Sir?" Said one of the soldiers as he enters his tent.

"Did you found them? Do you know what happened?" The officer says as he grabs the soldier by the shoulders and shakes him.

"Sir…" The soldier did not dare to say the words. "You better see for yourself".

As the soldier led his officer to the north part of the camp he wondered what did he meant by that. As they got close to the north, they could see from a distance, a horrifying picture that would haunt him and all of the soldiers that were there forever.

What they saw were ten of their own soldiers, a scouting party they sent into the forest nearby, they were coming back to the camp in a line, all of them with their hands cuffed and a chain that connected them all. They were without their helmets and shirts, and in each one of their chest it was written in their own flesh the word "guilty" with the blood dripping from the recent deep wounds, nine of them were blindfolded with darcsen scarves, and blood could be seen stained in the scarves and dripping from their eyes, the one that was leading them had a scarf tied around his mouth, and there was blood coming from it as well, they also noticed that the other nine that were blindfolded had their rifles on their mouths, like dogs bringing back a stick that his owner had thrown for him to get back.

The rebel officer did not believe his own eyes, what kind of madman would do such atrocities.

"They call him boss." One of the soldiers said.

"What?" The officer asked.

As they were taking the cuffs off, they noticed that all of them had their arms broken, as they released them from the cuffs but their arms just waved a little before it completely stopped, after further examinations from their medic they also discovered that they had their ribs broken, several of them.

"Did this 'boss' said something?" The officer asked.

The soldier that was now tired mumbled something, the officer got close as the soldier whispered in his ear.

"I'm coming to get you…" The soldier whispered.

At that moment the officer's soul almost lifted from his body.

"Everyone! Keep an eye on anything strange that happens, if you find someone that isn't a revolutionary, kill it!" He said, in the bravest voice that he could still get off his throat.

As he said that the some of the soldiers from his opposite side started to fire and killed many of the other soldiers that were unprepared, including the one's that just came back.

"Soldiers! Kill them all!" The officer shouted, but there were no response.

"What are you waiting for-?!" He turned around and saw that all of the soldiers were already dead, the soldier that was following him had a scared expression on his face.

"Run… sir…" The soldier said as he dropped that.

As the officer looks again he was there was a soldier behind him, wearing a rebel mask, with a knife that was stained by blood. As he looked at the soldier's eyes he recognized the color skin that was under the mask.

"Darcsen?!" He thought.

He started to run, unfortunately he found no aid on his way through the camp, the only thing he found were more darcsens wearing rebel uniforms, with rebel soldiers dead at their feet, and they also were in a strange formation, as if they closed him like walls in a corridor, at the end of the corridor he found a darcsen man, with medium hair wearing a long darcsen scarf around the neck, he had a blind eye with a long scar that goes from the top of his forehead, over his blind eye and down his right cheek.

As he tries to turn around he sees now a "wall" of darcsens blocking his way back, he can't run away now, he was cornered.

He looks back as he sees that the darcsen man was now right in front of him holding his knife up and with a malignant smile on his face as he tilts his head to the side a little he says:

"Found you!"

…

Many have their stories told by lives that were taking by them, lives that were saved by them and heroic moments, but this darcsens don't wanted to be heroes, they didn't wanted to be remembered as heroes, they are not patriots nor war heroes, what they do they do for a single objective, kill all rebels.

They are the Shadow Soldiers, and this is their story.