Her War

Chapter 1

April 15, 1775, Charles river, Lexington, Massatutes.

Sabrina, a 15 year old girl, sprinted through a trickling stream, her bare feet scraping against the sharp stones and slipping in the ditches. Blood from her aggravated feet dyed the clear water into crimson around her feet. She gasped as she stumbled into a ditch twisting her ankle almost in a full circle, Sabrina cried out and plunged forward into the much deeper rushing water to her left. Her whole body was immediately fully submerged in the freezing water, and she thrashed out weakly in the frothing stream, finally managing to resurface her head from the water.

"Help..." She started to scream, then thought better, she wouldn't let him hear her, and find her. It was better to face the angry river than him. Sabrina was carried down the river, unable to escape the horrifying nightmare. After battling the foaming rapids for at least an hour, she was shivering and in agony. Salt water stinging the deep cuts on her arms, legs and feet, and crusting around her face. She finally gave in to the overwhelming icy waters, and passed out.

"General! Permission to speak, Sir!" a young soldier, no more than 20 years old declared, obviously petrified at the thought of speaking to such a highly ranking officer.

"Speak." commanded the General.

"T-the young woman is awakening, Sir!" the soldier stammered.

The General nodded. "Dismissed"

Sabrina didn't open her eyes, her head was pounding with intense pain.

Where am I? She wondered, and then she heard something happening off to her right. She finally opened her eyes, and light flashed through her vision. She had to blink a few times until the room became clear.

"Mistress?" asked a plump woman in her late 70's, she was in a light pink apron, and fiddling her thumbs.

"Y-yes?" Sabrina answered nervously, a million questions in her mind.

"The general would like to speak to you," the woman said, giving her a sympathetic look, making Sabrina suddenly nervous.

"Here are your clothes, they are mostly dry now." The kind eyed woman held out her old brown ankle length dress, hardly appropriate attire for meeting with an esteemed general, but Sabrina couldn't change that, she was just a servant after all.

"I...thank you," she stammered, in her quiet, melodic voice. She sat up in the firm bed, and slowly got on her feet.

She examined her cut feet as she stood, she sighed in relief at the feel of solid, dusty ground after the terrifying experience in the river, never being able to find a firm footing for what felt like an eternity.

She dressed quickly and left the large tent. The sunlight outside the tent was blinding, she squinted. After blinking a few times she examined her surroundings, men in white uniforms lounged around the camp, some in their red-coats, some with swords, some with bayonets. She shivered. She turned in a full circle but froze as she faced the army camp's entrance, her tall cruel master Mr Thaddeus stood there yelling at the poor young sentries guarding the camp to speak to the general. Sabrina felt her heart racing, in terror even more so than when she was at the mercy of the river. She was about to run into the tent and hide, but she had an idea, a crazy idea, but there was a slim chance it would work. She lifted her skirt and started to run towards the generals large tent,

"Sir! Sir!" Sabrina cried.

"Ah, you are the girl my men pulled from the river! I am General Corwaills" The general hastily declared.

Sabrina curtsied, "My name is Sabrina Redgrave, General. I desperately need your help! Sir, please don't let that man out there know I'm here, I beg you Sir, I'll do anything!" she begged.