Failure is not an OptionA Story by WorthyFar in the future darkness reins and sadly there's been a complete mess up of identities. Well he'll just have to make the most out of it after all failure is not an option.Failure
Is Not an Option He stood against a large out cropping of rocks. The
moon was in its pinnacle casting large enough shadows to hide his long lanky
frame. Keen eyes observed the large army camping just a few meters away. It was
much larger than Intel had alleged to. ‘Just goes to show you, if you can’t do something right
don’t even bother with it’ he thought. The only ability that truly suited him
had always been espionage. He’d acquired the skill by hiding from school
bullies. ‘If they could only
see me now I bet they’d run for the hills.’ Before him lay brigands of soldiers both men and women
trapped in a half-life. This was what true darkness did to their hosts. It fed
off their souls and spat out empty carcasses to join the undead hoards. Then
they turned on the masses feasting on their friends and families. They weren't zombies per say just demonized souls caught in the darkness. Above him the sky threatened to open and streaks of
electricity leap from cloud to cloud not yet hitting the ground. Gusts of wind
lifted stray strands of pitch black to dance before deep dark eyes. Eyes that
had once been so full of fear and uncertainty were now battle hardened and
shone with determination. He slid through the shadows as easily as he had before,
seeming to meld with the shadows themselves.
After all it would not due the rebellion any good if their supposed savior
was caught fraternizing with the enemy even if he was just being himself. He was a spy through and through not the absurd notion
of a savoir! He wasn't the saving kind these people needed, that had
been his brother’s mantel. He had never led anyone. He wasn't the leading kind
either. No his thing was hiding behind shadows and plotting revenge. Jason was
the savior not him. ‘They had to be mistaken and since we’re twins I was mistaken
for Jason and dragged through time to fit the shoes of my brother!’ Since he had first arrived, he’d been thrust into this
savior crap. He’d been forced to kill an innocent child due to being infected
with darkness. He had been drenched in blood nonstop. The worst had been seeing
the sickening way the dark would invade a person’s soul, the way it ripped open
its host and literally sucked the soul out of you. It was all he could do not
to lose any sanity remaining. He wasn't up to being a savior. Add to all the
fact of even hefting a broadsword just wasn't done in his time and you had a
recipe for disaster waiting to happen. ‘The kidnapper really fucked up in picking me as the
savior. I couldn’t lead a rooster to the coup’ He was an ordinary man, with an ordinary name Jaime who
had literally been dragged from a field trip to the zoo, to this…place. Here it
was just sand and rocks in other words; this was Earth or one of the parallel earth’s
futures. It had fallen on him a fifteen year old to restore balance to the universe
by ridding them of darkness. A shade made of chaos that invaded humans to steal
their soul as impossible as that sounded. Except he had seen it happen, had
felt it happen to him. He would've been just another victim except he wasn't.
Somehow the shade parasite couldn't invade his body. He was immune it seemed to
these parasites. That’s how he was labeled as the savior, that and a stupid
mole in the shape of a ten pointed star…if you looked at it backward and upside
down! Nope, no savior material here just a mistake of identity. Still once he
saw, once he experienced a parasite invade him, he had to fight back. There was
no other way to it. He had to fight to survive and he fought on to save innocent
souls. So they took advantage of the mishap and slapped an army
on his back, made him commander in chief of every living soul and threw him to
the wolves to train him in combat. ‘More like torture the little brat’ And he had been a brat once. He was different now. Ten
years would have to change something. Now he truly was the savior whether he
liked it or not and now he had to lead his men to another battle. Worse this
would be the final battle of mankind against an unstoppable source of evil. He had no choice but to stop it and destroy it once and
for all. And he would win…failure was not an option. © 2013 WorthyAuthor's Note
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