Love by the Redwood Tree

Prolouge

The sound of canons blasting and men shooting their muskets echoed in the sandy terrain. Young men, scared of dying at the hands of the enemy, held their Lugers to the sides of their heads. Their hands shook as they thought of the Grimm Reaper taking their souls with him to the afterlife.

"First barrage, take aim!" A young man, probably no older than 18, called out. The other men followed him, as though he was older than he really was.

The young man's name was Jacob Woods. He had dirty blonde hair, pale blue eyes that reflected even the smallest of lights, faded freckles across his pale cheeks, and carried a Intervention across his green uniformed chest that was cluttered in ribbons. He pointed his weapon at the last brown clad solider on the field and shot him straight in the chest.

He turned away as the body collapsed on the sandy ground, knowing the deed was done to win the battle. They had won this part of the war but there was more to come. There always was, and it would be like that for some time.

'If only General Red would give up already!' Jacob thought angrily as he walked up to his horse, who luckily wasn't killed or injured in the battle. He wished what he thought would happen sooner than later. He also knew, with his bad luck, that time was going to make it later.