The Ember Lights

1962 Handbridge Village Chester Rain pelted against the ground hard that it would cause the drops to bounce, footsteps desperate and frantic patted against the drenched paving stones as Charlie Hannigan gasped for breath the fatigue of running burning in his chest. He looked behind him to see the group of people chasing after him the lead man of group bellowed out “GET BACK HERE HANNIGAN!” Charlie gave a smirked although being chased he knew that he could outrun them but heading down Eaton road was long he needed to keep going past all the trees on both sides before he could find another route to escape, he was getting close to the clearing in the trees when suddenly he noticed a light coming from behind him he turned in time to see a car rush towards at him. The car mounted the pavement and slammed into him cracking his left leg sending him hurtling into the air, he tumbled into the road as the car screeched to a halt Charlie screamed in pain whilst clambering to stand upright and s

Hey my Firelight Wanderers A long while ago I set up an twitter page for The Ember Lights: @TheEmberLights  But finally after a long while my campfire stories now has a Facebook page, all you have to do is type in The Ember Lights (@TheEmberLights) in the search bar or follow the link below and click like or follow however it works on Facebook. Here is the link: https://www.facebook.com/TheEmberLights/ This will be another way for people to keep a look out for upcoming stories and updates on the progress of the Compendium book. Much love Firelight Wanderers and see you around the campfire. Regards Martyn

Takhmard, Afghanistan 295th Armoured Battalion Routine Patrol July 23rd 2056, 1600hrs The heat was scorching, it was always hot in this area of the world but today was one of the hottest days of the year. The patrol of soldiers had arrived the town of Takhmard around noon, the Al-Khanajir had been sighted in a nearby village so the 295s had been sent to patrol the town to see if there was any signs of an Al-Khanajir occupation. Sergeant Jen Sanders was walking through the market along with the group of twenty other soldiers and accompanied by three Humvees armed with a mounted 50 calibre machine guns, Sanders kept a tight grip on his assault rifle he was getting many stares from the locals which unnerved him. Negativity towards them was always a common thing for the soldiers who had been dispatched to the Middle East, they were in a place where the people didn’t want them but with the growing threat of terrorism and attacks to the public in cities across the world fighting on their tur

England, 1295 Ash fell like charred snow from the blackened sky, the horse slowly trudged across a deadened field of long grass which crunched under the animal’s hooves. Atop the horse was a man clad in tarnished armour covered under a black and orange tunic, each scratch and dent was a memory was some conflict from years past, the belt around his waist was joined with two swords. The knight was Sir Harold Kendrick he had been sent by order of the King when the news of St. Christopher’s reached them and Kendrick had some experiences in this type of situation, so he left for the town immediately. Kendrick had reached a small village that lay about a mile from the town, he looked out to the surroundings the vegetation was beginning to die, Kendrick looked up to the dark clouds that were spreading across the sky which was blocking the sunlight but this shouldn’t have caused all the plants and trees to die. The first house had a man chopping fire wood outside, he looked strong but worn out

The British Museum ‘Natural History’ London, England 1910 It was late during the night and the street lights emanated their warm glow to the night owls who were still wandering around London, the museum would normally be in darkness by this time of night but several lights were still on, something was amiss inside. Carter turned the corner down one of the hallways quickly his grip was firm the rifle, the weapon was a Lee-Enfield bolt-action, short magazine, repeating rifle and was Carter’s favourite he used it on the expedition, Carter although in his mid-40s he was still well built which was needed for hunting game across the world and it was his skills why the museum had hired him. He looked over his shoulder and signalled to the two people behind him “It’s clear” he stepped out and they entered the main foyer and took up a hiding place amongst the glass cabinets near the large stuffed elephants that stood proud to welcome visitors when they arrived during the opening hours, Carter l