Blood spraying as the barbed wip cut a jagged line through the flesh of the boy that had fallen . A screaming howl came from his lips the thin body sent sprawling from the unexpected attack.

“Get up  scum” the brown haired man that was holding the wip cut an imposing figure compared to the group of children he was hurling insults at. 

There were 37 children all together all between the ages of 12 to 16 most had ratty clothes some had shoes and some just had rapping covering there feet from the dirt road under foot. They were surrounded by a number of men on horses each one holding a wip a spear and a shield all incased in metal armour with chain mail easy to see under the metal plates.

The children would be punished if they wandered out of line if they fell behind or if the guards got bored. 

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The children walked for 5hours more until the sky opened up and gave birth to an endless amount of icy rain they lasted another 15 minutes until a child collapsed. His face slamming into the dirt road a bone chilling silence rang across the group until the guard from before began to whip the child senseless. Blood sprayed out as 3 whip strikes split red lines across the back of the sprawled child. 

As the boy pushes himself up slowly the man looked down into the face of the child and noticed that he only had one eye. The other socket was covered by a cloth rapping. The one eye that was showing was a faint blue almost white and the eye didn’t show fear or pain he just saw confusion. The guard returned to his place watching as the child drifted back in line blood still dripping from his back.

They walked through the night all the children fell at one point but were woken by the wip of the closes guard. This continued until they reached a camp so big it spread across to the horizon.

The lead guard waved and shouted to the camp saying something all the children were dreading. “Hail the war camp We have the children chosen from black iron village”