1 Fight

Dark

Empty

Silent

Where am I?

I can hear a voice

No, voices

They're coming closer

Louder

Noiser

I try to cling unto my empty world

Suddenly a light so bright cut into the darkness

"Wake up sergeant! It's a {input military code for under attack}"

What is he saying?

A form of alien code?

How can I understand this?

"Thomas! We're under attack"

Attack?

How is this possible?

The drakug promised us peace

I felt a strong hand pull me up forcefully

Still disoriented, I thought about my mother pulling me gently through the meadow in her secret garden, my fair long hair blowing through the wind, leaves and twigs getting stuck on my plain blue dress.

Then I heard a loud boom

Earthquake?

No

"I don't know what is wrong with you my friend but I assure you it's not your time to die"

That snapped me out of my foggy thoughts

Looking at the speaker's face I couldn't help but think

What's Parson's doing at Rponel?

That's right, Parson's my best friend

What's Rponel though?

Another boom sounded

Disparsing all the lingering thoughts!

We're at war with Germany! Shit!

Without a second thought, I sprang into action, grabbed my rifle and ran behind Parson

Parson, cheerful as ever, laughed with glee as though we were school children running around the school yard, playing catch and not about to risk our lives killing other men.

"What is it, you idiot?" I said, rolling my eyes

His presence by my side was calming and chased any fear I may have felt

"I get to see your face one more day" he said wistfully

"Don't be corny you fool. Besides, we're probably going to meet our deaths today"

"Still... I'm glad" He said meaningfully before rushing forward to the trench

My heart began to beat fast, I knew it wasn't from the battle before me but the one in me

Idiot, I thought, trying to kill me after saving me

I reached out to hold his free hand that was about to load the gun and squeezed as hard as I could

He looked at me with a mixture of relief, annoyance and fear

"What are you...?"

I immediately released his hand and started shooting with as much courage I could muster, not thinking at all of patriotism, hatred for the enemy or being killed, but of the person I want to protect

I shoot