Its war time. Germany VS Ireland.17 year old Ireland soldier Jack is left for dead in a field until a mysterious German soldier named Mark finds him. Mark takes him as a prisoner, but soon Jack is accepted and trained to be a German soldier. Jack so...
*Jacks View I felt sick. I sat up and stared at the floor. Tears dripped down my face. Was it my fault Cry was killed... I heard a soft thump and a whisper.
It was Mark. In the dark I felt him gently take my hand. He tugged it gently and I followed him. We walked out of the facility. He lead me up to a small hill.
The sky was beautiful... the stars seemed to dance. I looked at Mark. He smiled at me.. a soft sweet smile. More tears filled my eyes and I sobbed.
Mark moved closer to me "Jack, what's wrong?" I managed to stop crying for a second "M-Mark... is it.. My fault?" He looked at me for a second "No. It's not your fault."
We were silent for a bit, before I broke the silence "Mark?" "Yes Jack?" I hesitated "You know I'm gonna die tomorrow?" He looked at me "How do you know?" "He hates me.. always been..."
Mark his index finger under my chin and lifted my head so I looked into his eyes. "Cry is dead because of him, Jack. I won't let him hurt you... I promise."
I smiled, tears dripping down my face. I put my head on his chest, looking at the stars. Our hands together.
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I worked really hard on this picture! I even shaded! If you want Fanart, I'll do it! Hope you liked this chapter! The next will be the last, I know. I'm sad to. It's been to short, but my whole idea for this book is the ending. :')
