Fight

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"You sure Isabel? Have you even held a weapon before? You don't have to."  Dean reasures, but I think I do, more or less this is all my fault if I wasn't here, maybe all these people would still be safe for a little  bit longer. I have to help.

  "I'm serious, please give somthing a sword perhaps, any thing will do." I plead.

   Dean kinda gives me this look but complies with a grin. "You're pretty wicked you know. " he turns to pick up somthing then finishes. "With you on our side we might just win this. " he hands me a dagger and I can't help but feel slightly disappointed.

  "What the heck am I supposed to do with this?" I ask

  Again he smile, his hands waver on mine for a moment. " Don't worry, you're one of the only people who can actually still use such a powerful weapon. Trust it, and believe in yourself. " with that he lets go. "Shall we join the fight?"

A bit shaky kneed I answer" yes." and into the flames we started.

"Wait!" Peggy calls. "I want to help to. "

"but..." Dean starts. "aren't like supposed to be....I don't know old?"

Peggy scoffs " Maybe on the inside my lad, but my body now is that of young man.

"Can you fight?"

Peggy grins " I'll have you know I was quite the brawler back in my day." he replies with confidence.

Dean replies with a wild grin of his own "Well then lets go."

The battle has already been dragged as we arrive and it's a surprise our small forces haven't been overpowered yet.

  "This is you last chance."  An enemy soldiers bellows.  "Return the girl named Isabel Rosenheart and we will widrawn our forces."

" Over my dead body!" a man shouts followed  followed by cheers of agreement from the rest of the rebels.

"Issy, stay close." Dean commands.

I nod silently to stunned to talk. Drops of red stain the once white snow. Mangeled remains of bobies lie skatted to weak to defend against the enemy's magic. Why are they all doing this?  They all know by now these soldiers are here for me yet men I have yet to meet are fighting for me, a criminal in my world however some kinda supposed savior in theirs.

  If I were home right now I'd have sold out with out hesitation. But here...

everything's different.

I caught up in the seen I don't see my attacker till he's hovering over me. I scream and cower with my eyes sealed shut but the attack never comes.

"Issy are you ok?" Dean who must have fended the soldier off ask.

I nod. try to ignore the fresh bodies meer inches away.

"Stay vilgent. Dont get hurt. I don't know what we'd do with out you at this point. You're what they're all fighting for."

before I can answer more attackers arrive Dean fends some off but some get around him. "Issy run, fight, do somthing! just don't get caught okay? Go!"

"But..."  I say not wanting to just leave Dean.

He seems to read my face, " Don't worry Issy,  I'll be fine these chumps are no match for me. Now go!"

   My legs, against my will take me running the other direction.  Why am I so scared? i wanted somthing different didn't I? and now i got a war. It's. my fault i know but... i can help...can't I?

  I spin on my heels ready to attack but the dagger Dean had given me shakes in my hand.

Come on...

I can do this...

Just fight!

Without realizing it, i had stabbed someone. Pool of red stain this untainted patch of snow. I drop my dagger in shock. it's. on my hands...blood. It covers the dagger and still flows from dying soldier. 

I'm so scared. Why...why why why why...

"Issy" a cold periecing voice says snaping me back. "Why are you just sitting there like a stump? look, I don't. really care if ou die or not, but not here, not when everyone is fighting for you. Get up."

I shake my head. Still trembling with fear. I can't.

Dante lets out an annoyed sigh "This is what i can't stand about you people, you've never had any real problems before, not a care not worry, you become frightened over trivial matters such this, get up, this is the reality this is war, our war and you are a part of it. And the only way to change it is to fight. You may be our only hope but what good will do if you won't even try? Like i said i don't really care if you die but if you weren't going to do anything to begin with,you should have just stayed in side and let theses people protect you with thier lives becasue they have invested every last peice of hope they had left in you." Dante stares at me a long moment,his piercing cold blue eyes seem to look right through me.

He moves to retrieve the dagger that had been lodged in chest a soldier. He wipe the blood off on his pants before handing it back to me and whispering the word. "Fight."

 

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