Plow and hoe and seed and shovel...that was his life and all his life was ever going to be until the War came.
The war came, and suddenly the plow could be put aside for the handle of the sword and the clash of steel.
The very idea of battle made his body thrum and his heart pound with want: want to be a soldier, want to be a warrior, want to be a hero!
Except, soldiers are just fodder for the killing field. And after years and years on the front line, hope of being a hero died a slow death.
He knew the day he was going to die. All the men in his unit knew it and accepted it.
Jaq had only one regret: leaving Gill behind.
He cupped her cheek in his hand, the other arm he kept wrapped around her waist, holding her tight to him. “Oh Gods. I thought I’d lost you.”
Dragon Scale Color:
Brawny during the war; emaciated after his capture.