Prologue

This was what it had come down to. This was what I had been brought up for. Every second of my life I had been trained precisely for this moment. And did I feel ready? Not one bit.

This tale follows the young life of George as he is trained to fulfil his life's purpose - to lead, fight and perhaps die.

I looked across at Casey, he nodded at me and then focused his gaze back on the empire ahead of us. I clipped my foot into the stirrup and tightened my grip of the reigns... any minute now.

This was what it had come down to. This was what I had been brought up for. Every second of my life I had been trained precisely for this moment. And did I feel ready? Not one bit. The countless amount of times I'd dreamt of running away but that was all they were - mere dreams.

I knew the odds, I knew that the chance of my survival was roughly a thousand to one. My armour was tight against my skin and heavy on my heart. This hadn't been the life I'd chosen and I despised my lack of choice. It all came down to superficial technicality and here I was – the product of a thousand-year-old mistake. My life did not belong to me, it belonged to my forefathers who had lost their way. Yet I had to atone for them, pay for their mistakes and receive the punishment they so deserved.

My reverie was suddenly broken as Casey spoke to me, “Are you ready, Sir?” he asked, I raised my eyes back to the valley and clenched my teeth. “Shall I give the orders?”

I looked behind me through the slit in my helmet, hundreds and thousands of cavalry – all prepared to give their lives for me. Such honour. Such bravery. Such stupidity. “Sir?” Casey was waiting for my reply, yet I had not one thing to say. I did not want to be the man who went blindly into battle, nor did I want to be the man who was too coward to try. 

The End

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