Chapter 4: A Hero’s Welcome? ( 4 )
As we marched along, I overheard one of the soldiers talking to the one they called captain.
"Captain, we'd better bring him to the city. He doesn't have an identity card on him."
The captain glanced at me, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, really?"
Crap. What now?!
Before I could explain myself, the soldiers suddenly surrounded me. One reached for my arm.
"Eeeek!! Wait, wait, wait!!" I yelped, trying to back away. "I'm a good person! Not a criminal! I swear!"
The captain sighed, clearly unimpressed. "Relax. This is standard procedure. You're not under arrest... yet."
"Yet?! What do you mean 'yet'?! I didn't do anything!" I protested, flailing as they grabbed my arms and secured them behind my back with some glowing rope.
"You don't have an identity card," the captain stated matter-of-factly. "Only criminals, deserters, or spies wander around without one. And you..." He gestured to my disheveled appearance. "You look suspicious."
"Suspicious?! I just got here!" I blurted out, immediately regretting it.
The captain's eyes narrowed. "Just got here? From where?"