My Dearest, [ Alexander Hamilton | Reader ]

• Chapter Five •

[Your name] closed the tent's curtains, spinning herself on her heels finding herself arm length away from an unfamiliar man. A gasp escaped her lips as it was a rather startling encounter, he simply nodded and walked inside to attend his to whatever he needed to with the general.

She continued, onwards once again hunched. Of course, she couldn't go straight to the two men as friends. She had to keep an act, she'd ask around which was to happen inevitably. She had no idea where their tent was located in the hundreds laid.

There were few soldiers out at such hours, most were presumably asleep, the flames that illuminated the tents were now diminishing. Those who were awake were of no use, she'd have to search for them herself.

The howls of the harsh winds were the only thing keeping her awake, she was weary. The winds whipped her exposed hands, leaving a stinging sensation. She'd not bothered to bring gloves as they seemed unimportant but, even the shirt on her back couldn't keep out the chill.

After what seemed like an eternity, she'd given up on finding the men. It became a task to keep her eyes opened, she'd have to sleep outside. She dreaded the idea but, there was no way the men would be awake. She wouldn't check every tent until she found the duo.

[Your Name] found a tree standing tall, branches dancing with the wind in a waltz. That would be her "shelter". She approached the dancing tree, a dainty hand set upon its bark, tracing its crevices.

She looked at the twilight sky once more, admiring luminous stars that engulfed the darkness. She sat herself, bark sustaining her as her eyes closed. She'd drifted away into her own world.

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[Your Name] found herself being awoken by a panic-stricken blue coated soldier, she opened her eyes, being temporarily blinded by the shining sun. Gun shots and yells echoed through the terrain.

"We're under attack!"

The soldier frantically cried, handing the girl a flintlock. She stood herself, grabbing the offered wooden item, she examined it before going off with the blue-coated soldier, mimicking his hold on the wooded weapon.

She found herself crouching down behind a large rock, other soldiers scattered behind items as well. She held the flintlock, imitating the other soldiers position. She had never been taught to shoot a weapon.

[Your Name] inhaled deeply, looking at the surrounding terrain. Many soldiers laid limp, their skin no longer having a glow. She placed a finger on what she assumed was a trigger. She looked towards an exposed loyalist, she put pressure on the trigger.

The gun fired, the shot cracking like thunder. If not for the war scenario, it would have been confused for such. It deafened her as she looked, men began retreating.

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They'd barely escaped, according to other soldiers. She walked around the camp, she and a few other men were sent to check the damages. There was an unpleasant stench of rusting metal, it was of the deceased soldiers.

There was no damage to the camp but, the general decided it'd be best to move forward. The British held the advantages, the colonists were outnumbered and outplanned. It was obvious the man was in need of someone's assistance.

A sigh escaped her lips, following along with other soldiers. She allowed herself to look around the terrain, one last time before running ahead.

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[ Alright, pardon my historical inaccuracies! I'll point these out, maybe I'll teach you something!

In the previous, I 'assigned' the reader to both Lafayette and Alexander which is extremely off, the tents quartered up to around six men.

My dates and location may be off too. I attempted to research the first battle of Lexington ( the battle which I kicked off the revolution ). I believe the colonists actually won the battle as for Concord.

The more you know! ]