Prologue Chapter 4 Reks
"You there, can you hear me." Reks opened a lazy eye at the sound and caught a glimpse of two armoured figures.
"It's as I feared." Said a second voice, "Their slowing us down." Reks groaned as the second man's harsh tone set off a headache.
"Do not say that," The first voice was back again. "Not all of us are here for love of battle." It said gently. "He fights to defend his homeland."
Finally with a tremendous effort Reks heaved himself into a sitting position and opened his eyes. What met them was a rugged looking man in his early thirties with a scruffy beard and shaggy blonde locks in full knights armour.
"Your name?" He asked. Reks thought back, the last thing he remembered was loosing the battle of Nabudis, finding a place to hide from the soldiers and falling asleep. He knew his discovery was inevitable, but this man didnt look like an empirial soldier. That was a dalmascan knight's uniform.
"Your name?" He asked again, more urgently this time. Reks was startled and had forgotten he was being questioned.
"Reks sir," He managed shakily, "My names Reks."
The man smiled kindly at him.
"Good Reks, you bore a few cuts but you are still whole." He held out his hand to Reks. "Well? Can you stand?" He asked. Reks hurridly got to his feet. Around him were other soldiers trying to wake the survivors. One in particular that caught Reks's eye was another knight with spiked black hair and a sword on his back the length of his body.
"Think you can fight?" The first knight asked him. Once again Reks jumped back to reallity.
"I'll be fine sir." He stammered. The knight patted him on the back ang nodded approvingly.
"How old are you Reks?" He asked matter of factly. Reks was rather taken aback by this. This was turning into a friendly chat.
"Seventeen sir." He replied cautiosly. The man sighed and shook his head.
"Young, family?"
"My brother is all I have left sir," Reks answered. "Two years younger than I, living in Rabanastre." The knight was shaking his head again.
"So young, your barely old enough to be a man you shouldnt be forced to wield a sword."
"No sir," Reks cut across him. "I want to fight. For my homeland and for my parents."
"It's time Basch." Reks was interupted by the knight he had seen earlier. "Save the discusion for later, we must reach the king before they act."
"I'm aware of the situation." Basch began, but got no further as shouts could be heard.
"There they are, capture them." Reks looked to his left to see a swarm of Archadian troops heading straight for them, just what had he gotten himself into.
Another short chapter I'm afraid, luckily the next one is both much longer and the last of the prologue.