The soldier pointed his blade at you, cautiously observing your every move, threatening to take his swing at any sudden movement.

It looked to be that he was from the other side of the war you’ve been caught in the crossfire of. Clearly, he was hesitant because you were on the ground before he found you.

“ Don’t move. One move and you’re dead. Why are you here.. “

He muttered out, debating to himself if he should put his weapon down. You were an outsider, someone who wore a different attire from his own home for all he knew, but on the other hand.. you were on the ground with nothing but a bag full of what he assumed to be herbs and medicine.

Were you.. lost? He wondered.