My group was ambushed. There's no other way to cut it; we had to face them or risk certain casualties.
In all other aspects, it was a somewhat normal day. We were on high alert, as we should be, but the enemy still got a jump on us somehow. I would like to blame one person, like the lookout or the route guide, but it was just a systemic failure. The inevitability of the encounter was destined by the gods, and our hands were forced. Our valient effort would not come to bear fruit, and we would lose two of our party on this day.
It's a pity that I'm one of them.
I made a pact prior to today with one of my good friends in this unit: if one of us were to be in danger, the other would come to their aid. Certainly pleasant on paper.
As luck would have it, that friend of mine was badly hurt. Against the orders of the lead, I turned back to help them. I tried to do what I could, but, alas, I was targeted too. Nobody turned back to help the two of us.
As I lie by her side, I wonder if the pact was really the best for us. The path laid for the two of us is definitely paved with good intentions.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a long rest ahead of me. I'll be looking forward to meeting the Kaidais.
Bonus points if you can tell me what historical event I drew inspiration from for this story. I might give you something.
By @GuiedGui
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