Tale of the Magical Son (Unknown Updates)

Chapter 6 - New Morning

America sprung up onto the bed, hitting his head on the frame.  He held onto his head as he layed down again.  The smell of moss and burning clothing filled up his nose.  His heart was pounding at full force as if it was running from some unknown force.  Sweat traveled down both his face and arms.  He was nervous but what for?
'Must be another dream', America thought to himself and he stood up and made his way to the convenient tables. 

"Ahhh my commander always told me you were the first one up but I never believed him", A man he never saw before commented sitting next to him.

"You know what they say: early bird gets the worm",  America lips and voice moved on their own.  He could feel a smile form after he finished his statement.  This was definitely a dream.

"And witty too", the solider said rudfing up America's hair.  He didn't like that very much but the smile still stayed.  His vision went back to the coffee cup that appeared infront of him. 

"Nervous?", the man asked and he patted the America's back violently.  America leaned (fell)  forward.  The man just laughed.  What kind of joke was this?

"Yes sir, being drummer means that everyone is counting on you and I don't even know the beat", America felt himself admit.

"Well lemme let you onto something. The drummers are both needed but as not as much as much as you are thinking.  You all know your orders but kid having someone to remind them while fighting.  So um  *takes name tag and looks at it* Tom there is no need to worry.  Now is there?", The soldier said, trying to confront America.

"No sir, no need to worry", America said, a new feeling of confidence rose within him. 

"Now all you need to do is not get shot '', The older soldier chuckled. .

"Shot?", America's voice finally echoed what he was feeling.

"Don't tell me you have been in this war and don't know what shot is?", the man joked around but America geniuly didn't know what shot was.  

Suddenly in a blink of an eye America was about to go out into the field.  All the rest of the soldiers next to him in their military outfits and their rifles.  Some wore it wrong while others were complete experts. He was around all sort of people all shapes and sizes.

"Steady March!", he heard one of the commanders yell and he started marching forward with the drum beats coming out of his little drum.  All the guns went off and America mentally flinched but his body was as steady as ever.  He must be an expert drummer or something.   What was so hard about it?

Followed by a loud bang, a forgein pain shot through America's nerves and rendered his legs useless.  A thick red substance poured out his stomach and America toppled over.  Darkness soon overtook his vision while sounds around him just grew louder and angrier.  Among which was a very familiar voice.

"Kid?!", it was the man from the room.

"Tom?", it sounded closer. 

"Stay with me kid", the sound begins to slowly drift away.

"Kid?"

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