《Dishonor》Chapter 9: Bitter Bread (Part 3)
Advertisement
The night was long as the armor dug into my neck and arms with a nagging insistence. Rotating on my side saved me only momentarily, but eventually the stupid neck guard had my neck feeling like it was being dug into in every position, and my arms itched from the metal things on my arms.
It was a useless plan. I needed sleep more than I needed to be in the metal pieces. I unbuckled and pulled off the pieces to the best of my ability. Tomorrow someone could help me get it back on.
The bed felt heavenly without the armor. It was so soft and perfect to relieve the aches from my previous attempt at sleep.
Someone was shaking me. “Huh?” I questioned the shadow over me.
“It’s morning, it’s morning,” A high pitched voice sang, “time to rise and shine.” The person giggled and poked me.
“Who are you?” I rubbed my eyes to clear my groggy vision. She wore a simple brown dress and had her dark brown hair tied back in a tight bun.
“Me? I’m no one really, or at least not compared to you. Just a person who lives in this house.” The shadows in the room made it hard to see her face.
“I’m not sure why you think I’m someone special, I -”
“I know who you are. You are the hope of the Undesirables and the Dishonored. You are Mistress Exile.” She seemed to be dusting the room as she spoke.
Hadn’t Henry wanted to keep my location a secret? “I don’t think I am who you think I am.”
“Oh please miss. It’s plain as bread. Revolutionaries asking if they can stay at your place, and then bringing a girl in through the tunnels with an E on her cheek. It’s so clear who you are that I would trust drinking that water.” She continued around the room messing with things as she went.
Did I have something near me to protect myself? But if she wanted to kill me she could have killed me while I slept. Wasn’t I supposed to be guarded. If she was in here, maybe they trusted her. Maybe I didn’t need to be so careful.
Advertisement
“Why did you wake me?”
“I figured you might want to see your friend off before he leaves. He was getting ready to go last I saw.”
“Dan.” I rolled myself out of the bed and fell on the pile of metal at the foot of my bed. “Why didn’t you say this earlier?” The bed was perfect for pulling myself up into a standing position.
“You didn’t ask.” She reached down and grabbed the metal armor pieces and dumped them on the bed. “I recommend putting these back on after seeing your friend off.”
That sounded reasonable. I stumbled to the door and wrenched it open to see the large room with its single table empty of people. Where was he? Had he already left? Should I leave to go look through the house to find him?
The lady passed me, waved, and went out the door into the rest of the house. I stood frozen with indecision, unable to go into the forbidden land. Should I grab my armor and attempt to put it on while I waited?
Deep voices rumbled from beyond the door to the rest of the house. Was one of them Dan?
Henry walked through the door followed by Daniel. Was Dan behind them?
“Ahh, I see you’ve woken up.” Henry smiled at me as he walked over to the table.
I didn’t see Dan. “Yes. I was hoping to see Dan off. Is he still here?”
Henry shook his head, and ran his hand through his black hair. “We suggested he wake you, but he insisted you needed sleep. He left a while ago.”
“Oh.” Was he still angry at me?
“You didn’t put your braces and neck guard back on?” Daniel asked.
“I was in a rush. I didn’t want to miss Dan leaving. But I guess I already did.” I sighed. Why had he left without a goodbye?
“Come on, It’s easy to put those pieces on”. Daniel waved toward the room, and I followed.
Advertisement
I let him put the bracers on my arms and the stifling neck guard back on my neck.
When we went back into the main room, a new man was in the room. He glanced at me, and then focused on the table. “We have heavy fighting near the warehouse offices. We fortified them, and made it look like we were protecting something there. Unfortunately, they’ve focused all their men on that section, and our barricades are starting to look like ramps for the King’s men to walk over. We are struggling to hold this section. By now our men have probably already fallen back to the next barricade line. I wouldn’t be surprised if they manage to take the offices by midday.”
“Hmm.” Henry grimaced, staring at the map. “I was hoping that when we had movement on the other side of our lines they would notice and lessen their attack against the line here.”
I walked forward, looking at the uneven dispersion of man power from the enemy. Every King’s soldier was focused on taking just three streets.
All three streets led to a choke point. I pointed at the choke, “Why don’t our forces withdraw all the way to the choke point? If they want that area, let them have it. It would allow us to consolidate our forces, and it’s tight enough that overwhelming force would be wasted on it.”
Henry shook his head, “We are pretending there is a fake you in the offices, and are desperately defending it as such.”
“Make a show of moving the fake me. Move the fake me to somewhere far in the back.” Why hadn’t they had the fake me way in the back to begin with? "They might spread out their forces more and attack more points. We were using the fake position to make them concentrate their forces.” The unknown man waved his hand over the space our forces held.
“Why don’t we contract our position further to hold less of the city? Focus on the warehouses and a section of the wall.” I pointed at the area near the warehouses near the choke I’d pointed at earlier.
Henry shook his head. “If we do that we might lose morale because the soldiers feel like we are losing ground.”
Morale. Such a finicky thing that could be manipulated, “If we explain it as moving to strategic chokes to make holding easier I am sure the soldiers wouldn’t complain about movements meant to keep them alive.”
No one said anything for a moment, and then Henry moved the lines representing our men to hold the smaller area with no wide roads being held in the area. It looked stronger to me.
Henry grimaced and then nodded, “This is much stronger. Make a show of having a cloaked body double leave the offices to retreat. In the meantime, have some of the soldiers build barricades at these locations. When they are ready, have everyone retreat to these positions with the body double moving to this house against the Wall.” Henry tapped a location near the Wall.
“Yes sir.” The man saluted and went out through the trap door in the floor.
“Daniel will be outside the door if you need him, knock on the door. Don’t leave this room though. I don’t want others to know you are here.” Henry turned and left. Should I have told him about the house’s owner being in here to clean earlier?
It was probably fine. He’d seemed fine with me being in the room with the soldier earlier. And they were guarding the door. They probably already knew about the woman who came in to clean earlier.
Advertisement
Ancestor, Wake Up! (Xianxia novel)
The thirty-year war against the two world superpowers had ended. The Dragon Mountain continent had won. After sacrificing so much for the continent, winning the war for his people, The Leader who United the Continent, An Shan, had to go into deep sleep. In a blink of his eyes, times had gone by. Finally waking up in the world he left for many years, An Shan began his new life with new people, new culture, new things to see. With the population booming, there were ten times more people than he could remember, yet also with ten times more problems. He slowly unraveled the problems gripping his new generations, thus decided to go out, fixing them without the two superpowers knowing. Slowly. It was supposed to be a walk in a park for this super senior, albeit with one little problem. The old man’s sleepy. Damn sleepy. Ah, this tranquility… so peaceful. Huhu… what a bliss… Wish this could last forever… Ahh~~ … ... “…Ancestor, wake up!!!” 'My ears!' --------------------------------------------------------------- 21st May 2022, Author's Note: I have gone into hiatus for too long. This is like a curse...
8 167Oddity
Lunar, a lonely boy who is adopted, never felt that he belonged. One day he comes across an egg. How are they linked? What will become of the egg? *DISCLAIMER* This series is in early, early beta. When I'm finished with this story I will rewrite it. So, pardon any stupid mistakes I apologize in advance. Updates every 2 weeks on Mondays.
8 92The Four Baristas of the Apocalypse (sample)
When aliens invade, four baristas are forced to become the saviours of the world. Grab your double-shot of java and strap in - it's going to be a bumpy ride! *****In the Earth's darkest hour, unexpected heroes are stirring... their coffee, that is. Four baristas on a camping trip are under-qualified to save the world from an alien invasion. But thanks to a hologram with no fashion sense, newly developed superpowers and an alien with a guilty conscience, they've landed the job anyway! So grab your double-shot of java, your blueberry muffin and strap in - Hasta barista, baby.[[2018 Wattys winner and twice featured]][[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]Please note this is a sample of the book, which has been published and is available for purchase:Ebook: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09WKFVKQJPaperback: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1644342154
8 223In Lockdown With Them
Olivia Davis is a 17-year-old girl who has gone through a load of trauma after both a robbery and a fire took place in her house, causing both her parents' death when she was only ten years old.With her older brother Luke going away to college and leaving her reluctantly a few months before the Coronavirus spreads, Olivia must find an apartment to stay in and call home until she finishes her junior and senior years in Rosewood High. What'll she do after she finds out that the only apartment willing to accept her had the hottest two delinquents living under its roof?How will she react when she finds out she's not the only one suffering... and that it's always the least expected ones who are hurting the most?Late-night drives, trashing preschool teachers' houses, fighting Karens at Target in the toilet paper aisle, messing up the kitchen, vibing to nostalgic songs in the middle of the night, a handful of heart-to-heart conversations, and figuring out each of the two bad boys' deepest secrets and hidden flaws... this is gonna be one hell of a ride.❝➳ I looked up and almost shrieked when I saw how close his face was to mine. He was now on top of me, his knees on either side of my hips and his hands on either side of my head, holding his weight up above me.He tilted his head a little and moved it a bit to the right, so his lips were now brushing my ear. I felt him lean his left cheek that was covered in yellow paint against mine and shake his head, causing our cheeks to rub against each other smoothly because of the paint. What is this boy doing?He sighed into my ear and whispered, "I really wanted to make purple... but orange's kinda dope too, I guess." ➳❞⚠️1: ALMOST EVERY MAIN CHARACTER in this story suffers from a mental disorder. e.g. ADHD, panic disorder, Bipolar, schizophrenia...(the point is to spread mental health awareness)⚠️ 2: triggering content like panic/anxiety attacks, nightmares, hallucinations, attempts of suicide
8 69Carrion (The Bren Watts Diaries #1)
When a deadly plague spreads like wildfire, 17-year-old Bren Watts is trapped at Ground Zero of a global pandemic.----Bren and his classmates are stranded in New York City, now filled with thousands of murderous infected and desperate survivors. Forced into an unlikely alliance with his school bully and former friend, Logan Hardy, the two boys must find a way back home, traversing through the ravaged landscape of the United States.With their odds stacked against them, Bren has no choice but to use the skills taught by his ex-Navy SEALs father to fight and survive. But the path ahead is bloodied and broken, and if he wants to reunite with his family, Bren must tap into his darkest heart for not only the infected are capable of hatred and violence.The Bren Watts Diaries tells a dark and gritty account of the end, all narrated in the survivor's own voice as a first-hand witness to humanity's end. The story will cover the first year of the Apocalypse, depicting the beginnings of the disease, society's war against the pandemic, and the eventual collapse of civilization.[[Current word count: 450,000 - 500,000 words]]-----The series portrays an LGBTQ+ protagonist and numerous other characters.Violence, like any medium of zombie stories, is described in detail.
8 134I'LL COME BACK: A Narnia Fanfiction
Carmelya isn't your average teenage girl. Some may say she's broken, some may say she deserved it. But that doesn't really matter because she can't remember. She has lost every, single, thing in the life she used to know.Now, stumbling upon the Kings and Queens of old and fighting along side them, she finds herself strangled between her past and present.Will she be the key to peace across Narnia?[EDMUND/OC]COMPLETEDStarted on: 15/11/2015© 16wanderlxst09 2015xxWARNING: This fanfiction was written by a 13-year-old, and was my very first attempt at writing something. If you are looking for a better, worthier read, please head to my profile and check out my new King Edmund fanfiction, INCIPIENT, instead. I'LL COME BACK is just meant to document my writing journey and serve as proof that improvements do occur! Of course, I cannot and will not stop you if you decide to read on! xx
8 78