Chap. 1 of the story I began writing on this forum:
Karian and Alkerian raced home, avoiding any passing citizens. It was half past ten when they arrived to their house.
"About half an hour left to pack up", Karian told Alkerian. He looked outside, and he saw the city in preparation for the arrival of the troops. Why are they celebrating the troops coming to ransack their houses..., he thought. He turned to Alkerian, "Take some provisions; food, clothes, and water, nothing more."
Twenty-five minutes went by, and Alkerian stepped out of his room, carrying a handful of things. Four pieces of dried meat, two bottles of water, and two changes of clothes. "Father?"
"I don't really want to do this.."
"Why ever not! Your alternative is death!"
"Well...At least, my final moments will be with you."
"No. No, I won't let you give your life, you must leave."
Alkerian said his goodbyes, for his mother, and father. He tried not to cry, but it was too hard. "I will miss both of you. Forever"
"We'll miss you too". The town clock's bell rang. The mark of midnight.
"Looks like I'll be off", he said. The room went quiet. The only sound was Alkerian's boots thumping on the hardwood floor. The door creaked open, and he stepped out. He started running, through the forest. He ran, dodging tree trunks, and climbing over vines, and tangle. He came across a small camp, and he stopped in his tracks. The men situated in the camp had on uniforms of Fortiors, or what people called the emperor's footsoldiers. Alkerian made his way closer to the camp, to get a better look, but he stepped on a twig on the way.
"What was that?", asked a Fortior.
"I don't know", another replied.
"We should go take a look"
Alkerian held his breath as the two Fortiors approached. As they got closer, they unsheathed their swords. One of them pulled away the underbrush Alkerian was hiding behind.