Night Watch
Somewhere in the southern Ural foothills
Sunset blanketed the southern Urals in shades of orange and purple, throwing up long shadows. The sun remained choked with fallout dust, giving off a hazy appearance that was hard to look at. The Romans had just left the foothills of the Urals and were now following the Yayiq River to the southwest, hoping to reach the Caspian Sea. It was full of debris and dead bodies. The bodies were probably those of the population of Orenburg, a town on the river. Before the war, it proudly advertised itself as the crossroads of Europe and Asia, as the Yayiq and the Urals were generally considered the border between the two. There was even a pair of monuments on either side of its main bridge across the river, one for Europe and another for Asia.
Was, Wilhelmina reminded herself.
That’s all gone now. The city’s been gutted and looted. And not by the Crusaders; they haven’t gotten this far. A local warlord’s army descended on the place. From what the survivors tell me, they came one day and demanded the town’s food and men for the war effort. When they refused, they attacked and took what they wanted by force. Most of the townspeople fled west, to Astrakhan. They say the government’s massing forces to build a safe haven there. Unfortunately, Astrakhan’s close to the old Roman border, so I wouldn’t consider that an improvement.
“Grandma, I’m tired,” Friedrich said.
“I’m tired too,” Ilyana said.
Heidi neighed.
“Bet you’re tired too?” Wilhelmina said. “Hey everyone, I think we should set up camp.”
“Aye, I think we could use the rest,” Izinchi said.
“Sure,” Gebhard said.
“Alright, then,” Samir said, “Gulichi, help me set up camp!”
“On it,” Gulichi said.
They set up camp. Gulichi put down some firewood inside a stone circle Samir made. Gebhard and Izinchi got started on preparing a meal, taking out another set of packed food from Takomaan.
“How much food do we have left?” Izinchi said.
“Doesn’t matter, we have only two more days before the rest go bad,” Gebhard said, “And if we can’t find any towns with supplies to spare, we’ll have to start hunting.”
“Ach, hunting?!”
“You’re from Caledonia, don’t you guys have a rich hunting tradition?”
“Aye, right! You said it already, ‘
rich hunting’. I didn’t have the time or money. And even if I did, where the blazes would I even hunt in the middle of Edinburgh!”
“Fair point.”
Wilhelmina walked over to the to-be fireplace. Samir had taken out a lighter and was trying to light it. He clicked the button several times, but it didn’t work.
Samir shook his head. “
Perkele…That’s the third lighter.”
“Must be the wind,” Gulichi said, “You feel it?”
“Of course I feel it, it’s cold! I just didn’t think it would make things so difficult!”
“Oh, so the city boy and soldier complains about survival skills being difficult.”
“Let’s see if you can do better.” Samir handed him the lighter.
“Let me show you how to do it without technology,” Gulichi said.
He picked up two sticks and began rubbing them together very quickly.
Samir put his hands on his hips. “Technically that’s still technology.”
“
Chimeegüi! I’m focusing!” Gulichi waved his hand, like shooing away a fly.
They stood there for a minute, waiting for a spark. But nothing happened. Samir crossed his arms.
“Looks like the way of Genghis Khan works
just as well as the way of the city boy.” He looked a little smug.
“Damn, the sticks must be damp, or this breeze is colder than I expected…”. Gulichi looked up at Wilhelmina. “Hey, so…”
“What’s up?” Wilhelmina said.
“Well…not this fire, for one. Now I know your situation is a little touchy, but perhaps you could…”
“What? Light a fire with my mind?”
“Yeah, that’s what I’m getting at. Though I’m not sure how Private ‘I don’t like people with inherent advantages over others’ here would take it.”
“I’m fine with it,” Samir said.
“Gie it laldy, Willie!” Izinchi cheered on. “We’s chittering over here!”
“Izinchi, not now!” Gebhard said.
“What, you want to stay in the cold all night?”
“No, but—”
“Then zip it.”
“But—”
“ZIP!” Izinchi made a zipping motion across her lips.
Gebhard facepalmed. “Of all of the senators I had to be stuck with, it had to be you.”
“Why, I’m honored!”
“Why couldn’t it have been old Mihailo?”
“Auld Mihailo? Ye mean the geezer who sunk the Sentinel investigation bill?”
Wilhelmina concentrated on the pile of kindling, tuning out Izinchi and Gebhard’s squabbling in the background.
How do they do it in the movies? Like…concentrate and imagine what you want. Let’s see, I want heat. So I’ll imagine a roaring fire that warms us all up…okay, I see it in my mind, and I feel my body warming up in anticipation of it…but it’s still not there.
She concentrated for another few minutes, but nothing happened.
“It’s okay,” Samir said, “We have like four other lighters we can—”
On a whim, Wilhelmina snapped her fingers, and the kindling burst into flames.
“…or you can just snap your fingers. Okay then.”
“Ha!” Gulichi chuckled. “The look on your face!”
Samir sighed. “Can we just get on to dinner?”
December 20, early morning
Each of them stood watch in shifts. At this hour, it was Wilhelmina’s turn. She sat next to the fire, occasionally turning over a log or adding a new stick.
Half an hour into the watch. Nothing out of the ordinary. No bandits or warlords. Thank goodness. I should ask for an earlier shift to fit my sleep schedule. Can’t stay up as late as if I’m still cramming for exams. Funny that, me of all people asking for a better shift. Wish I still had Persona Emblem with me. Getting kind of bored just sitting here. I’m not cut out for this kind of work. I’m a princess, not a security guard.
At that moment, she heard a twig snap and bushes rustling in the distance.
Curse my luck. Of course
something has to happen right as I say that.
She reached down and picked up a hunting rifle Gulichi had left for sentry duty. Raising it to her shoulder, she checked it was ready to go.
Locked…and loaded. Barrel seems fine—wait, remember, don’t stare down the barrel, even if it’s unloaded. Scope’s useless at this time of night, so we’ll have to fly by eye. Follow what Samir and Gulichi taught you. Keep your finger off the trigger and the barrel on the ground when—AAH! What was that?! Was that the wind?!
Another twig snapped. To the left of the original noise. She pivoted to focus on the new sound, but she saw nothing through the darkness of the night. She heard nothing too, other than the crackling of the fire. She heard nothing but darkness. She saw nothing but silence. All was still. All was quiet. And yet the darkness now felt smothering. Deafening, even.
I can’t hear anything. I’m focusing everything I have, but I can’t hear anything. I only see the camp. Not anything in the darkness beyond. Did I hear that snapping correctly? Or was it just my mind making something up? Like when we played games in the 90s, the graphics were just a bunch of pixels, but the TVs weren’t any better off, and we were kids, so our minds filled in the blanks with our imaginations.
A thud now. Heavy. Like something big crunching over grass and leaves.
Definitely not imagining that one.
She raised her rifle and aimed at the direction. “W-Who’s t-there?! I-Identify yo-your-s-s-s-self!”
I’m not scared, I’m not scared!
Another thud. Closer. And another. Even closer. A low growling. Like wind, but localized.
“Izinchi, this is your idea of a Caledonian practical joke, I think I get the point!”
I’mnotscaredI’mnotscaredI’mnotscared—
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Notscarednotscarednotscared
Thud, Thud, Thud.
“Whoever it is, identify yourself or I will shoot! I know how to fire this thing!”
Thudthudthud—
NOTHING IS GOING RIGHT!
“EVERYBODY WAKE UP!”
A giant brown blur zoomed out of the darkness, claws and fangs gleaming in the dim firelight, and a guttural roar broke through the smothering silent darkness, chilling her down to the bone just as much as the nighttime cold. Her rifle’s muzzle flashed once, then twice, before it was swatted out of her hands. A split second later, she was on the ground. The bear’s open mouth snapped at her head just inches away, assaulting her nose with rank breath, her ears with a point blank roar, and her face with copious amounts of saliva.
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHWHATTHEFRAKISGOINGON
A shot rang out, and a bullet struck the bear in the shoulder. Some blood and flesh was sent flying by the impact, but the bear barely noticed. It did, though. It got up on its hind legs and turned to face Samir and Gulichi, who had their guns ready.
“Oh, a bear,” Gulichi said, “There were a few of them in the forest near Takomaan—”
“Later!” Samir said.
The bear charged at them. Samir and Gulichi opened fire, but their bullets barely slowed the beast down. It made contact and swiped at them with its paws, slamming them to the ground and knocking their guns away. The bear roared angrily again.
“
Perkele!” Samir cursed.
Gulichi managed to get to his feet and grabbed Samir’s shoulders, trying to pull him away.
“Ow—ow!” Samir said. “Something in my leg hurts!”
“It broken?”
“Don’t think so! Just focus on getting us away from the Ukkodamned bear!”
The bear prepared to charge again. Gulichi and Samir had only gotten a few feet away. Not far enough away. The bear would catch up in seconds.
Come on, do something! Anything!
“HEY YOU BIG BROWN FURBALL!” Wilhelmina snapped her fingers.
Flames leapt out of the fire and surged toward the bear like a harpoon hitting its target, burning its back. The bear grunted and turned around, glaring at Wilhelmina.
I’m surprised that worked. Next step: DON’T GET MAULED IN THEIR PLACE!
Izinchi sleepily opened the entry flap on her tent. “Why’d ye have t’wake me up so early, not even Nanahuatzin gets up so—IN TH’ NAME OF TH’ WEE MEN WHAT IS THAT?!”
Wilhelmina reached out her hand.
Enonon, don’t fail me now!
Several feet away, her tent flashed with white light, and then Enonon flew out, coming to rest in her hand. She concentrated. The seven letters on the blade flashed in order, and then the entire blade began glowing, the light illuminating the entire impromptu campsite. The bear briefly hesitated, but it soon returned to its aggressive state. It bared its fangs and growled.
“Not so tough now, are you? Do you know who I am?”
The bear charged. Wilhelmina adopted a defensive stance and calmed herself.
Hold your ground. Don’t run. You can’t run. Not after the bunker. Not after Takomaan. Plant your feet, face your problems head on, and deal with them. As Alwine Glienke—and Steven Rudolf—once said, if the entire world is telling you to move, you look them in the eye and say…
“No.
You move.” She slashed outward. A pulse of energy emanated from Enonon’s wake and slammed into the bear, tossing it back. It sprawled on the ground, briefly stunned. But it soon recovered and charged at her again, lunging out with a paw. Wilhelmina ducked under it and slashed across the bear’s side and down a leg. Blood spurted on the ground, and the bear roared again. It now limped at a slower pace than before.
“You
will know who I am by the end of this.”
Okay, okay. We’re doing fine. We’re still alive. It’s wounded. A good start.
The bear turned around to face her. It clearly meant to charge yet again.
Really? You’re pretty stubborn, you know? Reminds me of myself, sometimes. Well, I’m not about to do close quarters combat again, so…
Just as the bear charged, she stabbed Enonon into the ground, creating a shockwave that rippled out and hit the bear, stopping it in its tracks. It shook its head, confused, before trying to charge again. Wilhelmina pulled Enonon out and swung upward, hitting the bear with another shockwave.
“Please just leave, won’t you?!”
Make my job easier.
“I don’t want to kill you! I know you’re a big scary bear who probably wants to eat us all, but surely you can find other sources of food these nights! Especially dead food! Sure that river has some tasty fish!”
The bear grunted and stood still for a moment. As if it was considering her offer.
“Uh…so is that a yes?” Wilhelmina said.
Wait a minute…did Yekaterinburg’s fallout get into the Yayiq? Although the Yayiq goes nowhere near it.
The bear turned to its right, focusing on two people who had just left their tents: Friedrich and Ilyana.
“Oh, frak you. No, you aren’t going to go there…”
The bear growled and bared its teeth.
“You’re going to leave right now, and we’ll put all this behind us…”
The bear tensed up and planted its feet.
“Please don’t make me do this.”
The bear charged at the kids. Ilyana pushed Friedrich behind her and defiantly stretched out her arms. Without hesitation, Wilhelmina surged forward, again boosted by that superhuman speed that helped her in Ilmarisen Takomo. In less than a second, she had put herself between Ilyana and the bear, and a split second later, she plunged Enonon into the bear’s heart. The bear’s eyes widened with shock. It roared and screamed, its pain clearly audible. Wilhelmina pulled the blade out and let the dying bear fall on the ground next to her. It twitched and flailed for a few seconds before going still.
It was dead.
Sunrise
She stayed up the rest of the night, sitting next to the fire even as it dwindled to embers and the sky lightened with hues of gray and orange. Eventually, the sun rose over the Urals in the east, banishing the shadows hanging over the campsite. Slowly, the sounds of the babbling Yayiq returned to her ears, now accompanied by the sounds of waterbirds splashing in the shallows, searching for fish. No birds sang in the trees. She saw vultures circling in the distance. But the most important thing she saw was the two bear cubs wandering around near the river. It didn’t take a park ranger to know where those cubs came from, or why they were now circling each other, as if they meant to fight.
The bear’s carcass was still sprawled in the center of the campsite, hastily covered with a tarp. Gulichi was attending to the horses, who all thankfully hadn’t been harmed that night. Samir stood around awkwardly at the border of the camp. Why the two soldiers who knew this area better than anyone else in their group weren’t on duty all of last night to begin with, she had no idea. The trained soldiers should be the ones looking after a 56-year-old heir to the throne, not the other way around.
Again, I’m a princess, not a security guard.
Samir sat next to her. “Hey, you okay?”
“I’m fine, Samir,” Wilhelmina said.
“You don’t look fine.”
Wilhelmina looked at him. “I just told you, I’m fine.”
“And I’m telling you, you don’t look fine.” Samir pointed to her hand, which still gripped Enonon. “You’ve been up all night. Don’t you think it’s a little excessive?”
“No,” Wilhelmina said, “I wasn’t vigilant enough. Everything went sideways as soon as it charged into camp.”
“You did the best you could with what you had.”
“I killed that bear.”
“Before it could kill Friedrich or Ilyana.”
Wilhelmina looked at the cubs. “I saved the kids…at the expense of some other ones.”
“You couldn’t have known, Wilhelmina.”
“I tried to send it away. I really tried to save it. I know it’s just a bear, but I didn’t want to kill it. It didn’t deserve to die. It was just doing bear things.”
“That’s nature for you,” Samir said, “Some animals prey on others.”
“Like vultures on roadkill? I thought you didn’t like that metaphor.”
Samir thought for a while. Then he sighed and shook his head.
“I could explain why that metaphor doesn’t apply when we’re talking about people killing animals, but I don’t think you’re in the mood for that discussion right now, so I’ll switch to a better explanation. That’s war for you. A soldier’s goal is to follow orders and kill their enemy. People die in wars. That’s what a war is. And most of the time, we don’t know why our enemies are fighting us. Who their families are. Where they came from. Sometimes, I hate that. I hate that we still need to fight over stupid things like bruised egos. I hate that ordinary people get caught up and killed, then dehumanized as mindless minions of the enemy.”
“I don’t think you’re in the mood for that discussion right now.” Proceeds to switch to another discussion of pretty much the same thing. Classic Samir.
“Okay so how does that apply to me killing this bear?” Wilhelmina said. “Good, or bad?”
“I can’t tell you that,” Samir said, “Only you can decide that. You said you would do anything to protect the children. Well, this is part of that ‘anything’. That’s what war is. As much as we hate it, we have to kill people in wars.”
“How do you do it, Samir?”
“Do what?”
“Kill. Kill so many people. All those Crusaders in the bunker. Probably more people before then.”
Samir searched his mind for an answer. It took him almost half a minute. At times, he started to speak, only to cut himself off.
“I’m not sure if I even do it, honestly. It’s hard every time I kill someone. I hear their screams as they’re cut down. Watch their bodies flop to the ground without life. Their dying screams for their parents or their loved ones. The look in their eyes as the light leaves them. Every life I take, I still feel all that. Nothing changes that. I doubt anything will. Wilhelmina, you have to ask yourself…are you going to follow me? Follow the path of a soldier? Is that who you want to be?”
Wilhelmina looked at the smoldering embers.
“I…I don’t know. I vowed to protect Friedrich and Ilyana. I vowed to stop Jerusalem. But I never stopped to think what that would cost me. But I have this sword, and this power. Does that mean I have to kill? Have to be a soldier? Is that who I’m supposed to be?”
“That’s something you’ll have to answer yourself,” Samir said, “But personally, I think just because you have a sword and all those abilities doesn’t mean you have to twist them into only combat applications. You can do a whole lot with those powers that doesn’t involve fighting. As for the sword? Well, wasn’t it always a symbol of legitimacy and Romanitas? How you use that sword will determine how those values are reborn if we take down Jerusalem. Still, this is just my opinion. The humble opinion of a Yavdian soldier.”
“Hey, if you two are done talking philosophy, then get breakfast ready!” Gulichi said.
I’m a princess, not a breakfast cook! Well, actually, me and Franz did make breakfast for each other and then for Joseph when he was growing up. So technically I am both? No, I was
both. Sadly enough.
“I thought that was your job!” Samir said.
“It’s yours!” Gulichi said.
“My wrist is sprained!”
“I thought you said your ankle was sprained!”
“That too!” Samir clutched his wrist and groaned.
At that moment, Gebhard stepped out of his tent and yawned. Izinchi immediately stormed over. “Where the
blazes were ye last night?!”
Gebhard stared at her, confused. “Wh-what? What happened last night?”
“Ye missed yersel last night with yer sweet dreams!” Izinchi shook her fist. “We were attacked by a bear!”
Gebhard’s face paled. “A BEAR?!”
“Ye daft, laddie?! Course I said it was a bear, what else could I have said?!”
“Oh God, did anyone get hurt?”
“Samir and Gulichi got roughed up a little, but our good lassie Willie here slew the foul beast wi her sword!” Izinchi jabbed a finger at Wilhelmina.
“Uh, good morning?” Wilhelmina said.
“Which brings me back to my original question. Where the
Mictlan were ye?!”
“I was sleeping! As usual!”
Izinchi put her hands on her hips. “I thought ye were a light sleeper. Wake up at 5 on the hour, because of yer boot camp. At least that’s what ye said. And oh, look at the time, it’s…a wee bit past 7.”
“Okay, I may have overstated that, and I’m getting a bit older—”
“FACE IT, GEBBERS, IF OL’ WILLIE HERE CAN STAY UP AT 2 IN THE MORNING AT 56, YOU CAN RELIABLY WAKE UP AT 5 LIKE YOU USED TO!”
“…Gebbers?”
“Ye got a problem wi that? A problem I can relay to the Reichsrat Committee on Armed Services once we restore the Diet?”
“Gebbers?” Wilhelmina said.
Izinchi and Gebhard looked at her.
“Snrk…hehehe…ahahahahahahaha…AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” She burst into uncontrollable laughter, unable to reconcile the moment with everything that had just happened five hours earlier.
I’m ending up even more
like Yukiko, am I?
Gebhard facepalmed. “I hope this isn’t going to be a trend this whole trip…”
“Then don’t oversleep, Gebbers!” Izinchi said.
“And will you
please stop calling me that?!”
“Not a chance!”