Wilson thought he died, he thought that his life came to an end. But finds himself in a grass field with a single tree at a small hill with a figure sitting underneath it. Having approached that figure who introduces himself as God, he would have ne...
As I travel through this forest, clearly underestimated the distance that will take me to reach the damn town or village, I really couldn't tell. But it looked civilian which is all that matters. I hear screaming in the distance, I rush quick towards the sound. Even though it is in a different direction from where I am heading I couldn't simply ignore it. I run, clearly getting closer as I can hear laughter and pleading.
I changed my clothes, now I wear a German lighter uniform( I like German uniforms, they looked rather nice),
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still have my Luger P08 and M1 Garand. Needed to change clothes since it was warmer here than up there in the mountains. As I got close I see what was making that noise, a wagon, is attacked by bandits. 12 bandits, all different sizes and carrying different weapons, two have short swords, one has a longsword, three have axes, two at the back have bows and arrows and the rest have daggers. The occupants of the wagon are one older man, two armed men and one woman, and one boy, one man has a simple sword and shield, one is a archer, and the woman seems to be a mage judging by the robes she is wearing, good combination, able to support each other. But the bandits are holding the boy with a knife to his throat, yelling and laughing, keeping him as a hostage. The group lowers their weapons, and you can see see the grin on the bandits faces, some looking through the wagon, probably a merchant one, and other are bounding the others. Well when I say others, I mean all the men, they surround the poor girl and knock her on the ground, the pin her down, holding her, and slowly with a knife start to cut her clothes.
You know what they are going to do, you have read enough books to know what happens practically defenseless women out in the middle of nowhere. You take your M1 and take aim, you are probably about 100 to 150 yards away. You are hiding behind a bush so you haven't been spotted, you aim for the one doing the cutting, you zero on on his head and pull the trigger.
Mages POV.
"Let go of me you bastard", I yell out, trying to break free from their hold.
Bandits: Don't worry sweet little thing, you'll enjoy it, if you resist more, it will get worse.
The bandit says with a grin while cutting my clothes. You are disgusted and scared. You don't want this, you don't want to be defiled right here by these men. I start to sob and plead.
Me: Please let me go, I beg you!!!
He cuts the last bit of fabric that had kept my dignity, I can't move, the fear is numbing me. All I wanted was to help others, that is why I became an Adventurer, I never wanted any of this. I should have never accepted this mission. I hear yelling from my friends, cursing and pleading, but the world for me is blurry.
I close my eyes, awaiting any second to be ruined. But then something hits me in the face, and falls on me. Then I hear a bang in the distance, and all is silent. I open my eyes, blood all over me, and the bandit laying on top of me, bleeding out of his head. The others let me go as they look around, weapons drawn, yelling.
