A group of three wasn’t really what most people expected when they heard the term ‘the strongest peace keepers in the land’ but that’s what they were. A small group of three they may have been but they kept the kingdom safe from most attacks. Indeed the kingdom had an army but why send an army to a small remote village when there are people fully willing to do it?
Indeed it may have been a shock to most but no one could deny they earned the title and that they kept up with what made them receive it. People liked them, they were a kind group of three and they did their job well.
Though mostly it was just petty bandits and animals that they dealt with they could hold their own against trained opponents.
Jean Leigh was one of the three. He’d been born and raised in the kingdom with his goal always the same. To join the army and defend their kingdom. Their kingdom trained people in a slightly different manner to most.
No matter the age all people were grouped together for training, which was good for newer recruits. But it was a hassle to win when set against a more advanced opponent.
He hadn’t meant to drop out of that training, it all just sort of happened by chance. Out of spite he’d climbed to the top of the tower in the center of town. The first person to find him was a fellow recruit, who’d stuck their head out a window and cried for him to come down lest he hurt himself. After a bit of conversing he did come down, swinging into the window where the other had stood.
They both got a horrible scolding, but ended up laughing about it afterwards, even though they were stuck on cleaning duty.
He’d have never though that he’d drop out with this person who’s become his best friend.
But they did, they dropped out with their training and promised themselves they’d help the people their own way. At some point an ex-soldier, Marcus, joined them. And so they became a powerful trio, one that quickly became known.
Sure they all missed their homes but they found some comfort in their forest camps or the travel of their kingdom.
Odd jobs were what they did and they all trusted each other. Sure Jean often found it easier to force his way through a situation but it was often subdued by his friend’s plea to not hurt anyone this time.
Jean never expected he’d end up listening to this person more then himself, that’s probably why they’d agreed to make them their leader.
Things turned sour one year, that year being the fifth year of their travels, when they found that more and more attacks were being made on their kingdom. All them from the same place, a kingdom further away then they would like was sending people over to do as much damage as possible.
They’d expected an easy time with them, until Marcus tried to cut them to pieces one day. An ex-soldier indeed. A soldier from their enemy. Five years that man had spent in wait to kill them, to make it one less problem.
Jean honestly hadn’t known how to react.
A late trek home their powerful trio down to a dazed duo was thick with tension. Marcus had gotten away, who knew where the rat had run off to. Jean was angry, very angry.
Every time his friend tried to say something he’d snap back a reply. They both knew it was simply from his anger. That’s just how Jean was, he’d settle down and apologies eventually.
Eventually was the key there.
Sitting by the fire with his head in his hands the other member of their duo mumbled things to himself. He felt betrayed and hurt; he’d trusted that man wholeheartedly. What had he gotten? A bad wound to his arm and an injured pride. At some point he’d stopped grumbling and simply sat in silence with the fire.
He tensed when his friends hand touched his shoulder.
“Sorry… for snapping at you. I didn’t mean anything I said… I’m just… you know.”
Raising his head he turned to his friend, who held a comforting look.
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