I woke up and the side of a dirt road. It was night fall, and the young solider was sitting on the ground, starring to the stars. I sat up, but he didn't seem to notice. There was a campfire lit, a tent set up, and a blanket laying over me. If we were going somewhere, it had to be a far distance.
"Good morning, young soldier ."
"Miss, I do believe is night outside."
"Proof? Oh, no need to call me miss. Please address me as Allie."
"Good, and your proof is that there are stars in the sky and moon is risen over us."
"True. Mr. Soldier sir, I have not happened to come across your name. May you please tell me."
"My name is Private Andrew Mass, but please call me Andrew."
"Please tell me about yourself, as I have already told you mine or you may already know from my father."
"Well, sad or not hear it goes. I was raised on a farm in Springfield, Massachusetts. It was just me my mother and father. Are own little prairie not to far from the mountains. Until, that horrible day. I was 9, helping my mother in the kitchen, while preparing dinner for us. I heard a scream from the yard, a whole army of the British had come to our house, requesting that my family and are were to be removed from the prairie, as a war zone would soon be placed there. My father refused. The British shot him dead in the yard, meanwhile my mother hid me in the well behind the house. She also ran out of the house, they shot her dead clean. I watched as my house, along with my parents, burned to ash in front of me. Later, I came to Boston, was raised in an orphanage until 13. Then I enlisted in the war, to repay what those bloody British bastards did to me and my family. Me, now the age of 16, are here now protecting you, a girl, who doesn't even know the pain it is to be me or what pain happened to my family."
"Well, I'm sorry I even asked, If you wish to insult me Andrew. I do know about war. I feel the same way as you do, my father now isn't the father I first had. I'm adopted, and at least you know what happened to your parents, Andrew. I didn't even get to meet or share a year or two with mine!"
"Fine."
"How long is the trip, to see my father."
"1 week at the most. maybe 2."
"I guess, you'll be hearing from my father when I get to the post."
"You won't be able to hear from your father. He's dead."
"What?! Why didn't you tell me?!"
"I didn't know how you would react. I never knew your story until now, and to let you know. I will be there for you, every step of the way."
"No you won't!. He was a lonely man, that's why he adopted me! If the orphanage finds out he's dead, I have to go back to foster care and live abused and embarrassed forever!"
"I'm sorry, I never knew this story, you brought among me. I can change that."
"How? How can you possibly change everything now?!"
"We could run away. Never see the British again."
"What about your plan of revenge? The revenge of your parents' deaths."
"Forget about that. I just want to be away from this town and so do you."
"Your right, I'm sick of the hatred of this country. Let's go tomorrow morning."
"Where should we go?"
"To the back-country, the mountains."
"Would it be safe to even stay there? What about them finding us?"
"Then we die together, like your parents did."
"Together."
"Well goodnight, Andrew."
"Goodnight, Allie."
