We use cookies
When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Your cookies settings
Strictly cookie settingsAlways Active
Chapter 7: Life at Camp Bracken
Six Weeks Later A clear, clean thwack split the afternoon air as Oliver blocked a blow from Aldric. Their wooden practice swords bounced off each other, showing splinters. Oliver backed off a pace, his arm tingling from the impact. Aldric stepped forward again and hacked at him. Oliver ducked under the blow and gave the muscular recruit a light jab to his thigh with his practice sword. His body just seemed to move all on its own, flowing into the well-practiced movement. Aldric sighed and let his arms hang to his side. “Another point to you. And I believe that is game, as well." Oliver leaned against the fence encircling the practice yard and wiped his face with his sleeve. “Well fought," he panted. Camp Bracken was quietly baking in the sun, without a breath of wind to disturb i
- Writer
- chap_listContents
- likeADD