《Wake now in the fire.》Chapter 2. Line of sight
Advertisement
Chapter 2. Line of sight
England 1916
Finn and Bish made plans to catch the same train back
to London. As the train pulled out, they stood in the carriage
window waving until steam clouds blocked the view of the
St. Ives station platform and their love ones.
Bish lifted one of his bags onto the overhead rack and sat
across from Finn.
"What are your intentions with Vie?'' he asked.
Finn put a bag under his seat and sat down.
"Vie is the one with all the intentions Bish, ask her."
Bish laughed then looked out the window and sighed.
"I love my cousin Finn, she means more to me than
anyone else in the world. Promise me you'll look after
her when I'm gone.''
Finn was unsure what he meant.
"I've had the same dream a few times now. I've seen how it
ends for me, as clear as I'm sitting here next to you.
We're off to the Great War and I'm not coming back."
For a moment Finn was lost for words.
''If you're so sure about what's going to happen - don't go.
Sit the War out, become a conscientious objector."
Bish slowly shook his head. "There's no escaping your fate."
Finn wondered what was there to be gained in believing
in such a stupid notion.
"Do you remember those two brothers from school who lived
at the end of Swan Rd?" Bish asked.
Finn was glad for the change in subject.
"If they're on the train we should all sit together." he said.
''Unlikely." Bish replied.
"They're both dead. Killed in separate actions in the first few
weeks of the War. I wonder if they thought they were coming back."
"Fate can go and fuck itself." Finn muttered under his breath.
Advertisement
*
Finn started to worry that it was going to be a long trip back
to London if Bish kept going on, but after they changed trains
at St.Erth station, Bishs' mood seemed to lighten.
The London bound train was surprisingly half empty.
Bish and Finn stretched out and enjoyed the luxury of the
extra space. Bish looked through one of his bags and produced
a flask of whiskey.
''I originally put in for an infantry regiment," he said as he
unscrewed the lid. "but when the recruiters found out I could
speak German, and that I was studying law, they asked me if I'd
be interested in the Signals corps."
He took a long sip from the flask and passed it to Finn.
"What I don't understand Finn, is what on Earth made you choose
the Medical corps. Your basically going to a War without a gun.
Are you completely mad?"
Finn laughed and looked at the flask in his hand.
"I didn't choose the Medical corps. I put in for the infantry just like
you did, but for whatever reason, I ended up being assigned
to the RAMC."
"Maybe it was just a mistake." Bish said.
"Surely you can appeal or go before a tribunal."
Finn drank from the flask and handed it back.
"You know Bish, there is bound to be two German lads,
just like us, somewhere in Germany having pretty much
the same conversation we're having."
"Whats your point Finn?"
''I was angry at first about being assigned to the
Medical corps, but after coming home for a few days
and spending time with my Nain and Vie, I've changed
my mind."
Bish held up his flask in a toast.
"Trying to help save lives during a War doesn't seem
Advertisement
like such a bad idea after all."
*
Finn got his bags ready, his station was next.
Bish was lying stretched out on his seat fast asleep and
quietly snoring. Finn wondered if he should wake him
to say goodbye. He'd already slept through the last few
station stops, so it was unlikely he was going to wake up.
Finn wrote a note and put it in one of his bags.
He looked at his face - maybe this would be the last time
he would see him.
"Good luck Bish". Finn said as he got off the train.
*
In the bell tower of a church that overlooked the
town centre, a raven watched Finn leave the train station
and cross the road. "There you are young man."
Making sure to stay out of sight, the raven flew along the
roof tops following him as he made his way home.
It landed on a lamp post and looked on as Finn walked
through a park.
"Fate leads the willing and drags along the reluctant."
*
Authors Note
I will add more chapters in the next few weeks.
Thank you for reading what I have written so far.
Advertisement
Congratulations, You're Dead!
*Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding* *Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding* *Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding* "Uh, whatcha doing there System-chan?" *Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding* "You know they can't understand you right?" *Ding* "No need to get rude. Fine, I'll leave you alone to do the synopis." *Ding**Ding* *Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding* *Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding* *Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding* *Ding*. "Well, you heard the lady, go read it."
8 191Blood of the Past
He awoke in a startled rush feeling as though it had been centuries since last he had opened his eyes, but alas, it had. His thoughts returned and he heard the screaming of his people and the great pain from the burning fires set against them. He was shunned and outcast along with the rest of his people, and the wars, the terrible wars fought because they could not understand. The Humans could not understand and would not understand him and his peoples true nature. He stood, his strength returning to him, as he did so the dust that had gathered on him fell to the floor. He looked around the cave which he hid in all those centuries ago and he found the way out. He made his way towards it, wanting to see the same as which he had when he entered, wilderness. He made it to the mouth of the cave and found it to be near midday, and he saw naught but wilderness. Save a lone tower far in the distance clearly overgrown and abandoned. His blood boiled as he stepped into the light and the harsh reality of him and his people rushed back into his mind. He would wait for night, and then he would move.
8 149Ddlg~Babygirl
Please daddy~~~~ Read and discover a sensual and nerve racking story. Enjoy and as always add comments ❣️Mature read at your own risk hunny❣️ This is also full of supernatural. What will be on this long adventure?
8 196Forgive me, I didn't mean to take that!
Murong Yingyue is the heiress to a famous cultivator clan. Except that’s she’s really not, and just a stand-in for the real heiress, who had been sickly since she was born. And she’s not really even herself. A transmigrator from Earth had transmigrated into the body of a female demoness, inheriting her memories. The transmigrator had then later died, transmigrating into her infant body! Ah, Why is it so convoluted? She grew up with those memories, and when she was finally sufficiently strong enough to travel the world safely, she eagerly embraced a leisurely life. When I was a demoness, I didn't know how to live without constantly being on guard and having to calculate every move I make. When I was on Earth, I didn't know a life without romantic drama and jealous women! I'll enjoy these two things you have missed, then! I'll do whatever I want and avoid troublesome people. So... How the f*ck did I get into this stupid cliche storyline? And as the main character, too? I don't want to be the main character! They attract so many senseless cannon fodders and powerful enemies, and furthermore, don't they attract romantic interests like it's no one's business? Someone help me! This will read better if you are familiar with wuxia novels. Discontinued. Apologies to all who liked the story. I feel that my writing style has changed since I last wrote for this story, so I tried to get myself to rewrite the story but I couldn't find any motivation to do so. I also lost the outline I had for this story and don't really remember what direction it was going in, so I want to leave the story as is. Thank you to the people who read and favorited this.
8 159draco's the type ☹
❝ honestly, if you were any slower, you'd be going backward. ❞ - draco malfoy. draco's the type of [...][highest ranks]#460 in humor.#328 in humor.#430 in humor.
8 211Cold Night Boy (Larry au; BDSM)
A story about a 17 year old boy called Louis Tomlinson who lost his parents and suffers from anxiety of loosing people that he grows to like. So he stays quiet, watching the world go on around him with no one acknowledging him. What will happen if the 27 year old Harry Styles, a wealthy handsome businessman will acknowledge and adopt the boy? Will it end well or will Harry's dark past continue to haunt him?
8 266