White Flag

Peace

    Feliciano screamed.
Not again! Not again! Not again! I can't do this again! No!
   Yet another terrible dream. When would they stop? It seemed Feliciano was doomed to watch Ludwig die over and over again. He knocked the side of his head repeatedly, much like when you have water in your ear after swimming and you want it to get out. (Or maybe a parasitic l
   The death of his partner seemed to hang over him, following forever...but so did this uneasy feeling of guilt. Why? The poor boy hadn't the slightest clue.
Even though he was still sniffling like a pig, Feliciano knew he had to keep moving. Onward to Spain.
He must've moved at least two miles, running for hours. He ran until his feet were numb. He ran until his heart was beating so fast, it sounded like a single buzz. Forty miles away stood Spain's border. He was so close. Maybe he could keep going...but his legs dragged him to the ground. But no, he couldn't sleep--another dream would come.
Soon there was no more fighting himself. He drifted off into dreamland.

There were no dreams that night. Feliciano thanked God for one peaceful rest. Twenty minutes later he felt his stomach growling. He caught another brown hare, only he looked away when he killed it. Being careful not to set fire to the surrounding grass, he built a fire and roasted the skimpy, bony rabbit. After a while he began to walk again, simply listening to the peaceful breeze and looking at the setting sun. It had been a good day; with no nightmares and little trouble in general. Soon the walking became tedious. The ground was starting to bump up. Birds flew overhead. Feliciano thought he could hear the lapping of ocean waves from the Mediterranean. He was close.
   Feliciano kept walking. He'd keep walking until he saw the sunrise of the next morning.

A/N: Terribly sorry for such a short chapter! Walking is boring. I haven't got a lot of ideas. Thanks for reading, though!