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A few hours earlier. . .
"Ouch! Lila" I barked rather harshly when I felt a stinging pain in the back of my head.
"I'm sorry Pippa, I didn't mean too." was Lila's reply
I reached over my head to grasp her hand, though I couldn't see her.
"No I'm sorry for barking at you, are you finished yet?" I asked letting my hand fall in my lap. Lila adjusted a few silver bands in my hair and dropped a leftover pin,
"Yes Pippa," I glanced back in the mirror of my vanity, my hair was pinned in a thick bun, and small, silver bands were pinned at the top, though I preferred neutral colors, Lila insisted on having my lips a deep red. I finally obliged.
"All because of you and the help of my other ladies," said I, Lila smirked to herself but brushed it away. "Excuse me Hackathrift Pippa but the royal family awaits you."
"Indeed," I got to my feet, I was wearing a red embodied dress complete with a red French beret hat. Lila opened the doors for me and I walked out of my quarters with her behind me. As I headed to the white drawing room. I slowed and Lila opened the doors for me, I walked in, and Prince Harry of Sussex was sitting on one of the chairs, across from his was Charles, Prince of Wales I bowed, "You Royal Highnesses."
"Hackathrift Pippa, we were awaiting your presence." Charles said, I got to my feet and dipped my head, This morning one of your officers came to me with a message. For you must head down to the eastern front in order to sort out Britain's soldiers, as they are starting an ambush attack on Germany's forces." Charles finished reading.
"I serve only you, if it's in His Royal Highness's will for me to go, I will."
Prince Harry looked at me as if to say something but he quieted when his father spoke again.
"Pippa, as I know you serve the British soldiers. I am hesitant to let you go for you are Britain's successor beside my son-." the Prince of Wales replied "But I will send you to the eastern front and I expect your return immediately after."
The present. . .
I was utterly in shock, corpses, ruins, and flames; desperately trying to lick up the remains. Just moments ago I was organizing wounded and replacing new men until something hit us. Now all that was left was laying in front of me, I am the only survivor and for the first time in my life, I was alone.
I wanted to close my eyes, perhaps I could lose my sight and become blind. My back slammed into a tree that smelled of smoke and death. Careful, cut footsteps slowed behind me. I found myself clicking the bronze, boned rifle I had borrowed. Without hesitation, I fired, and screams evaporated into silence. There was a strange smell in the air that mixed with the embers and smoke of the war. It was sharp and metallic, I smelled it before when Lila cut her finger on one of my pins. It was blood. I couldn't bear to look at the bodies behind me, I let the adrenaline take over my instincts and I ran from the men I had killed, for they weren't the last to be killed by my hand, they were the first.
Days turned to nights and nights turned into weeks, I had lost how much time I was alone. But being alone wasn't a bad thing, perhaps it was my father, Detering guiding me as I aimed and let the bullet hit my enemy. I rested my head against the hard stone, attempting to breathe. I lied, killing the enemy wasn't a victory. All of the soldiers were young men who died. My heart stopped, and the rifle dropped from my hands, sliding a small distance. My body went rigid, I was unguarded as a soldier walked towards where I was. My rifle was not within reach. I grabbed barbed wire that was discarded from a broken fence. I closed my eyes as the footsteps slowed; taking this opportunity I threw the barbed wire. A scream of pain followed by the crack of bones on the mud and debris filled the air. I scampered and grabbed the rifle. Getting to my feet, I aimed the rifle and was met with blue eyes.
"Please don't hurt me," The soldier's voice was hoarse, I rolled my eyes.
"And why shouldn't I? You'll go back to the Nazis anyway and tell them I'm here." I gritted my teeth,
"Then just get it over with." The soldier replied, wincing and dropped his head on the muddy field. I narrowed my eyes as I clicked the rifle. The soldier was tall and blond, with light blue eyes. His face was unshaven and scruffy, with a small scar above his lip. I exhaled the breath I didn't know I was holding, he was the splitting image of Prince William; my William.
His mothers engagement ring felt heavy in my pocket, I forgot how much I missedhim. His gentle blue eyes, the sweet little things he'd always say to me. My heart ached so much to the point that it hurt. With narrowed eyes Islowly reached into my pocket, pulling out my blade. I kneeled and started to cut the barbed wire. Not caring if I hurt him in the process, the soldier lifted his head to silently watch me. Finishing up the last sting of wire, I stood and picked up the rifle than I did the most stupid thing in ones lifetime. I simply walked away from him.
"Why did you spare me?" I stopped in my tracks, dumbstruck and slowly turned around to face the soldier; who was on his feet. His helmet gone, reveling light, ashy blond hair. When I didn't reply, he slowly walked over towards me until he was a mere five steps from me.
"Why didn't I kill you? Because I'm tired of killing each young boy Hitler throws at me. You; just like them, don't deserve to be here." Was my reply, suddenly a loud ringing filled my ears. Gunfire sounded, something red landed beside me. I slammed to the ground as another body came in force with mine. Something exploded, I glanced up, meeting Liam's blue eyes as he lay on top of me. He immediately got off and held out his hand. I took it and he helped me up.
"Thanks." My breathing was heavy from the slight shock, Liam glanced up, handing me my weapon.
