Jason gasped for air as he suddenly awoke, wincing in pain as an injury greeted him with negativity. He glanced around the tent he was in, his eyes taking in all of the bandages and blood that was around.

A painful headache sheered him away from his thoughts. He hadn’t a clue to where he was. One moment he was attempting to rest, and the next moment he was here. Jason didn’t register the fact that someone had entered the tent. This only came unnoticed until the person cleared their throat, startling the poor boy.

Jason’s gaze swiftly averted to the person in front of them. A blue coat is what they wore. “Who— who are you?” He managed to say, his throat dry from the lack of water he had drunk. “This must be a mistake.. I shouldn’t be here.” He wanted to think, he really did, but pain only clouded his thoughts.

Refusing him to remember what had happened. He needed an explanation. He needed to know what was going on. Jason yearned for answers, and those answers will only begin to drift afar from him. He noticed a musket in the person’s hand, sending a shiver down his spins. A weapon of war, he thought.

This could only mean one thing. He was in war. “This must be some sort of nightmare…” He was confused, bewildered, and puzzled. “I can assure you that I’m not supposed to be here!”