“Nice day, isn’t it, Jamie?” asked Camelot to his horse. “Bright and sunny.”
Camelot was leading Jamie out of the stables into the wilderness. Grass spread for miles, tall and green, with the glorious Mount Reichenbach, great and mighty, standing behind. The sun shone its way through the morning, its hotness creeping down Camelot’s back, sweating him. However, he did not care – as the previous days had been showered with endless rain and struck by lightning, with thunders rumbling, surprising his sister Morgana. He loved her dearly, for Morgana was very young and unafraid, adventurous just like he was.
Camelot hopped on Jamie’s back, and soon they were galloping away under the sun. Jamie was his most prized possession, for the marvelous horse was given to him by his father, Doctor Jim Thernadier. Doctor Jim was an infamous doctor once, but he retired two years ago, leaving his practice in order to escape the busy atmosphere of London and moved to the peaceful village of Baskerville.
As Jamie sped away through the grassy land, with Camelot on his back, a girl named Scarlet was peering from her bedroom window. She was watching – very intently – the sight of Camelot. She was in love with the brunette boy, with his deep blue eyes, and his tall, lanky figure. But, her admiration towards Camelot had proven to be useless; for she was one of the Winchesters, the poorest family of Baskerville. She thought that there was no way she could be with him, the man of her dreams. Little did she know; Camelot has had feelings for her since the day they met.
Scarlet’s ponderings were broken by the ring of a bell invading the silence. The bell came from Gregory Building, the place where the mayor lived. The bell meant that the villagers were to go there at once. So, Scarlet ran out of her house, and ran down Akhaten Lane, turning to Mellark Street, where the Gregory Building was. It was already crowded with the other villagers. Camelot had ridden his way there – he was still on Jamie, and was just hopping off him as the mayor appeared and stepped up the podium.
“Good morning, my villagers,” he said. “I am Ronald Perkins, the mayor. I am terribly sad to inform you that – er – the Germans have invaded. They are coming.” As he said that, gasps filled the crowd. “All men of 16 to 45 will be taken by the army to fight. They will have to depart tomorrow at sunrise. All other villagers will have to stay indoors, until any further notice is given. Thank you.” With that, he left.
-A WEEK LATER-
Scarlet couldn’t take it anymore. She was worried about Camelot. She was afraid because the war had begun yesterday and Camelot might be dead by now. But she would not give up hope. She had a plan; she would disguise herself as a man, wearing his father’s clothes, and sneak up to the army’s camp across the Brandywine River.
So, that night, she carried out her plan. As she arrived at the bridge separating the village and the camp, she began to feel nervous. So she ran swiftly, making no sound, until she reached the woods by the camp.
Suddenly, she heard a sound of people running. They were speaking a language she didn’t understand. They were the Germans. Scarlet soon realized this, so she ran deep into the woods, hoping to not be seen by the Germans. As she sped, unstoppable in the dark, she ran into someone. They fell.
All of the sudden, there were lights burning all around them. Camelot and Scarlet were cornered by the Germans. The Germans were armed with rifles. Scarlet looked at the man whom she had ran into; it was Camelot. He was looking back at her, afraid. “Is this the end?” she asked him. Camelot smiled. “Maybe.”
The Germans took out their rifles, pointing them towards Camelot and Scarlet. Scarlet leaned in to him and whispered, “Let me die beside you.” Camelot nodded, pride in his face. “Stay with me.”
The rifles blew.
