I look at her fading back as I grow dizzy. A system notification popped up.
"Blessing unlocked translation."
A burning headache takes over my mind as I pass out.
A dream. I was back in Vietnam. Nick was a fine young man shipped off two months after his eighteenth birthday. He joined are squad sept 24, and on sept 28 he died getting shot in the back of the head well taking a piss. There wasn't even a gun fight; it's as if the shooter vanished into the trees. We sent him back in a body bag that night. Come morning everyone agreed they could no longer sleep. There was just something about seeing someone's brains splatter over a shrub that haunts you.
I wake up within a bed, an old elf woman sits in a rocking chair, she eyed a book that sat in her hands. Sitting up I find my gun is gone. The woman looks up her eyes a gorgeous blue.
"Young one, are you a soldier?" The woman asked.
I froze. Am I a soldier? I don't feel like one, I don't think I've ever felt like one.
"Miss." I say in the most respectful voice I can muster. "I."
"He's a soldier." A voice cut me off. A girl walked in through the open door. It was the same girl as before. "Okay Auntie, let me and my comrade leave, we have much to discuss."
"Please, the first time you bring a man home you rush him out the door. I can leave if you want some alone time."
The girl blushed at that.
I stand and walk out of the door not willing to listen to this lunacy. I found the exit and got out of there as fast as I could. I was immediately stunned by the sight of a massive gothic castle. It has large towers and arches topped with giant gargoyles. From one side of the road a cart filled with fresh produce ran by as multiple shops screamed for buyers. It was undeniably a new world.
The girl taps me on the shoulder.
"First time? Saint Righya Built that castle, and the story says it was made in a single night." She grabbed my arm and led me through the streets. "Do you have your identification?" She asked.
I shake my head.
"No problem, it only takes a second to get them printed up." She walks with honor, as if she was filled with pride.
We arrived at a building with a sign that read Identification office.