Battle Fences

Gemma

   Isaac. .. that name was branded into my brain. He was about an inch or two taller than me,  jet black hair and brown eyes.  With a little bit of facial hair on his chin.  We sat down on opposite sides of the fence and sat in silence for a minute. 

   "Why were you sitting out here?" He asked breaking the silence.

"Just reading. . Why were you out here?"

"Training.  Usually you guys are inside during this exercise. "

"Well I didn't want to be inside. "

"Bit of a rebel don't you think. "

    "I never saw it that way. "

He chuckled. His laugh was the kind of laugh where you didn't want it to stop. 

"So you're a soldier."

"Yeah... against my will. "

"What do you mean? "

   "Well my dad is forcing me to be a war hero. And I don't want that. "

"I guess we're in the same boat.  My dad wants me to get married and have a grandson. And I don't want that. "

"Really? Why would he want that for you?"

   "Because he's the heir of the legacy that started this war.  I guess a girl can't do the same thing as a guy can. "

   After I said that he had this look on his face. Pure shock and disbelief.

"Are you okay there Isaac? "

"Your father is a descendant of the man who started the war?!"

"Yes. "                         

"You gotta be pulling my leg right? "

"No he really is the descendant. I am too."

   The look came back. Then I heard a weird sound coming from his side of the fence

"I gotta go. Will I see you again? "

"Yes but not at the same time.  I'll try and come at night. "

" Goodbye. .. Gemma. "