"[Y/n]! Over here!" I turned around to see Lafayette calling my name.
"What's going on?" I replied, heaving my satchel over my shoulder. I saw a flash of excitement in the Frenchman's eyes.
"We've been assigned the same tent, follow me," Laf exclaimed, taking my hand. I feel a chuckle make its way to my lips. For the first time since leaving New York, I was excited.
"Hey, where are you two going?" Lafayette and I halted, turning to see a man with a stern look on his face.
"Sir, we are heading to our tent." I explained calmly.
"No, you are not. I need someone to unload the new shipments of ammunition!" He ordered, pointing to a wagon full of boxes.
"That's Charles Lee, he holds a high military position. We'd better do what he says," Lafayette whispers to me. I nod my head curtly, setting down my satchel.
"Get on with it!" Lee growls, marching off to command some other new soldiers.
"Ugh. That guy is the worst," I groan, picking up a box off the wagon, "Where do we even put these boxes?"
"Over that way," A familiar voice directs. I look up to see John smiling at me.
"Hey John! I haven't seen you since we got off the carriage, where have you been the past 10 minutes?"
"Unloading these boxes," He sighs, taking the box from my hand, "I'll take this for you,"
"Thanks John," I smile, reaching for another box of ammunition. "Wait, where's Alexander and Hercules?" I realize, looking around.
"They went to speak with Washington," John muttered before walking off to set the box he was carrying over to a storage tent.
"What were you taking to him about?" Lafayette asked me, as soon as he was back from the storage tent.
"Nothing," I mumble, following John with a box in hand.
As I walk over to the storage tent, I catch a glimpse of Alexander leaving Washington's tent. I nearly stop in my tracks at the sight of his handsome ginger hair. Stop that, [Y/n]! I scold myself, You have to stay focused. Besides, Alex is just a friend.
I shake the thought from my head, trying to regain my focus. Once I start walking again, I notice John staring at me with a smirk on his face.
"What?" I glare at him, quickening my pace. John simply chuckles in response, heading back to pick up another box of ammunition.
{Timeskip}
Brrrring, brrrring
I look around the camp in confusion at the sound of a bell. I notice all the soldiers walking over to a larger tent, except for me and my friends. We were all sitting around a warm fire, watching the sun dip low behind the night sky. Since we had finished unpacking, Washington allowed the soldiers to take a break.
"What's going on?" Hercules questioned as he threw another stick into the fire.
"I think that's the dinner bell," Alexander guessed, getting up to see if he was correct.
"You're probably right." I sighed, not wanting to leave this cozy spot. The flames reminded me of my father's workshop. As the memory pops into my head, I fight down feelings of guilt.
"I'm starving!" John declares, following Alexander. I stayed sitting, as all the others got up to eat.
"What's the matter, [Y/n]?" I look up to see Lafayette standing next to me.
"Nothing, I'm just tired." I lied, shifting my gaze back to the fire.
"Come on." He tugged on my arm, "Let's go eat, I'm sure you'll feel better about whatever you're worrying about!" I could tell Lafayette was growing impatient, so I decided to do as he said.
"Alright, fine," I groaned as I stood up.
"Yes! Let's go, I'm so hungry I could eat a horse!"
Eventually, we arrived at the tent to eat our dinner. The food looked disgusting, but I was merely grateful to eat anything. As I eat, I can't push away this flittering feeling in my stomach; did I make the right choice by coming here?
A/N-
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Fanfiction19 year old [Y/n] Smith is in desperate need of a miracle. Her father, a blacksmith, has fallen ill with a disease that claimed her mother's life years before. At the same time, [Y/n] meets some men enrolled in the army. They tell her about the revo...
