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CHAPTER 1: Lost and Found
Madura finally worked up the motivation to open his eyes, widening them slowly so that the roof of his tent was but a distant, growing sliver in his vision. This must have been the twentieth morning in the past month that he’d been tempted to simply stay laying down until a centurion came deal him for his impudent tardiness. He would be trialed for dissent and disobedience (by an ordinary officer), and probably executed by that same officer. It would be a welcome change, after all- it wasn’t every day that something as exciting as death came his way. Well, not that it would be exciting- it would be a standard affair, one executioner, one sword, one witness (that being the executioner) and a grand total of zero care from anyone. He lay for a while, still considering this alternative to his hapless day. Not to mention that this endless, practice drill-filled purgatory that was all he had ever known would end…
