Grey covers the rows of boys as they lie together in silent lines.
A string of skeletons,
their names etched in the book of sorrow,
the book of death.
Violence their last memory,
as they sleep in deadly peace.
Ship the next batch of boys overseas,
...
I walk with my group of close friends from the halls, brothers and sister I would gladly die for if I had to.
Since my legs are significantly shorter than everyone else's, I must almost skip to keep up. I run up to join Thor's side in the front. "Just promise me you won't start a war," I tell him.
"If one is started it won't be by my hand," he replies with his strong walk.
"I don't believe that is what I meant."
He almost chuckles. Our group is now in front of us and he stops for a second to just take my hand and lay a kiss on my knuckles. "I promise," he says smugly.
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Immediately the blood rushes to my cheeks and I roll my eyes. "Stop that," I laugh and pull my hand away.
"Why?" he asks with a frown but still amused.
"We all know that your father and mother wish to wed us."
"What?" he seems shocked but not necessarily in the bad way.
"You two love birds coming?" Fandral asks when he turns around to walk backwards for a moment.
I shoot him a glare before he just chuckles and continues. I pull Thor along to walk again. "Honestly, Thor, how could you be so oblivious?" I say with slight laughter in my voice as we follow our company. "You've seen the way your mother convinces your father to make us a match.
"I've seen no such thing," he says in a way that sounds offended.
I just giggle. "And you think Fandral's teasing is by chance? Others join him in that jest all the time."
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