This was a terrible mistake.
The wooden cart rattles and bumps down a bumpy track through thick woodland. I look down – my hands are bound in front of me.
Remember what happened last time?
I look up. There are three other men on the back of the cart, all restrained. An armed guard sits at the front of the cart, holding the reigns in his hands. The glint of steel shimmers in the morning sunlight at his hip. Another armed guard rides behind us, equally armed.
I warned you about this. This was a bad idea.
‘Chances are, we are going to our deaths.’
Chances are, my social life is going to its death. But what about the rest of your life? You are meant to be at work, remember? Remember what happened with Oblivion?
On the executioners block, I look up into the blade of the executioners axe as it catches a ray of sunlight. It would be beautiful, were it not for the gravity of the situation – my impending doom.
I think the word is serendipity.
All of a sudden there is a bestial, primeval roar on the wind, and a vast shadow blocks out the sun. A dragon! Fire blasts apart my would be executioners and I run, mingling with the crowds of fleeing soldiers into the relative safety of a nearby stone walled keep. I can hear the men left outside screaming as they burn and die. I find a sword and a willing companion slices through my bonds. I have escaped!
I haven’t escaped. This is only the beginning…
