The curse from long ago(Fruk)

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1755

A war between France and England began in the new world around seventeen fifty-five. They needed all the able-bodied men they could get, so I volunteered to fight alongside them. Rumors had it that French and British forces had the assistance of some of the Native American tribes from the new world. I've never met one before, but I ignore the rumors and judge them how I see fit.

I have been practicing medicine for the past twenty years, and I guess they like "young" and experienced. The forces looked at my qualifications and decided that I wouldn't be fighting... But patching up the injured. Going to the new world was the most prolonged and dreadful thing I had to endure. It smelled terrible, and it was extremely filthy. However, when I finally arrived, I was taken to the area where all the doctors were. The battle had been going on for a year so there was a huge rush.

Every day I go on living, I still have Francis in my thoughts. I wonder where he is and wonders if we will somehow meet each other again. I wondered how often he had tried to kill himself before losing his mind.

I gathered the needed supplies and followed the people to be instructed on what to do. They explained I would be on the front lines helping fallen troops. Ahh, not a big deal for me, as if a gun would kill me.

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When arriving at the field, I didn't know what I was expecting. It was a war for sure, but not many of our troops survived. I couldn't tell if we were winning or not.

Many people brought me the injured, and I worked on getting them patched up. Missing limbs and eyes weren't a big deal to me anymore. I wondered how the younger me would have reacted. Probably would have cried and hid......behind Francis.....

Although he had become crazy, I knew I still cared for him. I'm sure he could snap out of it if he tried. "Sir!! Our troops are dying... By the hands of one of the French soldiers..." I heard someone say.

"Then kill him!" The leader of the British army spoke.
"We can't! We have tried, but... He took a knife through the chest and proceeded to kill our troops," one of the men said, horrified. My eyes widened, and I looked at him and onto the field.

It was Francis; I was sure of it.

"Where did you say they were?" I asked. The man pointed in a direction, and as I looked closely, I saw him... he had an evil smile on his face and was killing people without mercy. It was like he was doing it for fun.

I felt my blood boil, and I quickly grabbed one of the swords the man had on him. "Doctor?!!! Wait!! You can't do that!!" The man spoke.

I ran away from my station and went directly toward Francis with an angry look. People tried to shoot at me, and I did my best to dodge them. As I got closer to him, I could see how merciless he was to our troops. He laughed as he killed someone, and it made me sick.

I reached my sword up and quickly ran to him. I tackled him to the ground and held the knife to his throat. "Stay down," I hissed. "Arthur? What a surprise! I didn't think you would be out here," he laughed.

I was very close to their front, but I didn't care. "Do you remember what I said to you? If I saw you again?" He said evilly. He tried to push me off, but I held him down. "You are surrounded... You don't want to do this," he said, a little worried. It was the first time I heard some other emotion in him.

I got up from him and stepped on his face. Just as he said, I was surrounded by a bunch of troops. I was so pissed off at him that I turned to them and began to kill them.

They did their best to shoot and stab me, but it wasn't enough. Francis watched me, and his face finally softened as I finished killing twenty of the French army's troops.

I breathed heavily as I stared at him. I had blood on my face, and I walked up to him. He began to stand up and pick up his sword. "You get mad at me for killing, yet you do the same," he laughed.

I felt livid listening to him and prepared myself to fight him. "I hate you, Arthur!! I should have given you to the witch," he hissed. I felt furious and began to charge at him.

He defended himself by holding his sword up to block, and we soon began to fight. "Yeah? But you didn't? Why is that? Because you cared about me? I bet you still do and hate yourself because of it!!" I yelled at him. I knocked him to the ground, and his eyes widened, staring at me.

"Stop now...." I said seriously. I held the knife to his throat, and he looked up, tired. "Huh..... you are lucky I'm so tired.... Or else I would have fought back more," he laughed.

It was genuine and threw me off. His smile and laugh.... Just like old times....but now it is different times....

Times.....

Hmmm.... Didn't the lady mention something about time?

What was it?

I threw my sword on the floor and began to walk away from him back to my area. "Yeah!!! Run away!!! I'll see you in another century!" He yelled at me.

Times....?

That's it!

She said that it was the wrong time? But what did that mean? What did she mean by that? I needed to figure it out.