Brother sat at the Campfire. A fresh pot of coffee had been brewed and it was his second cup.
It was a clear day and the birds were singing.
To the joy of the townspeople, drill was cancelled.
Commander Nicholas sat by the fire, sullen and dark.
Brother was concerned. ” What is wrong?”
Nicholas raised his head. “Brother, we, the 16 of Northwich have come a long way building Northwich, a elite force of men, and a name in La Longi for our reputation for looking death in the eye.”
Brother nodded his head. In cynical fashion he quipped. ” So you want more wages then?”
” Brother, I led men before I went to prison. I made a poor choice and I paid for it. I am Commander of the 16 because it is my identity. Don’t ever bring money into a discussion with me again unless you are buying weaponry. ”
“Thane or no, I will not be disrespected like that.”
Brother nodded. ” Fair enough.”
Nicholas continued. ” I sent men far and wide through La Longi and it was difficult to find a single recruit. There are few who are willing to look fear in the eye and write about it.”
Brother was concerned. “That is indeed a problem. The Warriors of Northwich cannot be diluted. A Northwich Warrior must face a fear and write about it to obtain the honor.”
Nicholas eyes were fierce with passion. ” I need Warriors for the cause, Brother.”
(A note from the author)
Hello, I am Benjamin, Author of Brother’s Campfire. The Northwich Warrior Award is given to those who write about a fear or obstacle that was overcome. If you have an article of that nature, post a link in the comments or contact me. However, Commander Nicholas makes the final determination of who can stand tall among the Warriors.