Scars

France, September 30th 1803

6:47 PM

Lukas was standing on his crutches, waiting for his partners to come back from the enemy's fortress.

Right now, they were marching back towards the camp, as Lukas eagerly waited for them, wanting to know all the news of the battle.

Julian, who had stayed in the camp yesterday, had filled Lukas in as the leader of the team who attacked the rear wall of the fortress. And that would turn out quite unfortunate to him.

As soon as Julian stepped foot in the camp, Lukas immediately ran at him, almost tackling him.

"Julian!" Lukas called.

Julian was startled by Lukas's sudden approach. "L-Lukas?! What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked.

"What happened during all these hours at the fortress? Come on, you have to tell me, I have to know how it's going so I can lead my men better," Lukas said.