Chapter 1 : The Dying Man

The cold icey wind brushing through my skin as i try to walk away from my past and there he was , laying on the ground as the snow pilled up his body burying him in the cold winter weather. Gunshots could be heard in the background , trace of blood could be seen as i began to take my first step.

one step , two step , three step closer and a final step to finally see his half shut eye. As the skin of the man grew cold i couldn't help but stare in awe as i witness this unfamiliar sense of beauty that made my heart skipped a beat , his wet hair covering his half shutted eyes , a pair of eyes fine as jewels that contains all the misfortunes in the world. i couln't help but to want to reach out to him.

"where am i" the man asked.

"you're in my place , passed out cold in front of my camp, i took you in" i said.

I am lisa, a female soldier who has been serving the England military under our Royal Queen for most of my life. Finding this man passed out cold in front of my camp was unberable to witness. I couldn't help but to take him in as the uneasy feeling keeps growing in my heart.