The Female Soldier [EDITING]

Chapter 37.4

Eurielle's ears were ringing heavily. Barely able to make out the next few words that came out of her soldier's mouth. "We're out of ammo!" She really couldn't help but curse. As it was the third of the eight units that had run out. She turned to the soldier's who had their swords out. Helping her defend the last five that were still working. "I'm going to need two of you to go and inform the Brigadier General. See if there's any ammo left and bring it here."

Two men raised their arms to confirm her order, and then they were on their way. Eurielle watched them go, hoping they would be able to come back in one piece. She looked over the horizon wondering when the sun would rise. And if she would be able to live to see it. Around them the fire continued to burn. The sand of the beach only aiding in fueling the heat. They had to put it out, or else if it got into the bullets the damage would be horrendous. Eurielle stomped on one that was licking at her boots in frustration.

They didn't have time to put out the fires surrounding them. They could only put out the ones closest, and hope that they don't get shelled again. Eurielle quickly shouted out the order, as she too continued to stomp out the flames closest to the artillery units. The sounds of battle burned itself in her memory, when she turned around to fight off another enemy soldier. However something was different about him. As he looked at her as if he knew who she was. His green eyes shined with mischief as he looked her over.

Eurielle shivered shoving him away. Holding her knife out to him. "Do you know me?" She asked lowly, digging her boot deeper into the sand. The man shrugged swinging his blade around his palm. "There's only so much someone could know about a person. Should I start with your name?" He asked, putting a graceful hand to his hip. Eurielle looked at him, confused, but she refused to put her blade away. He knew her, but she wasn't sure how much exactly he knew. Eurielle gulped, he couldn't know...that...right?

"Who are you?!" She demanded, already beginning to feel irritated by his cryptic answer. Did he, or did he not know her? Suddenly the man gave her a knowing smile. Sending shivers down the scouts spine. "Who are you?" He mocked her voice, laughing slightly. "Who are you? Eric?" Her body went rigid at the name that came out of his mouth next.

"Or Eurielle?"

Eurielle felt as if she couldn't breathe, she had to count silently to herself to keep from having a breakdown in front of her men. Luckily they were busy enough that they didn't seem to notice their conversation. She swallowed, looking at the man before her. "It doesn't matter who I am." She says, watching as his face reflected keen interest. "No. It doesn't." The man smiled, it was warm but it still sent shivers down Eurielle's spine. "Because all people die the same."

He rushed forward, raising his blade to her face. Eurielle blocked it, her arms quivering slightly from the force he used. She pushed him back, slicing at his forearms. She aimed to thrust her blade into his throat, but he parried it with another blade he pulled seemingly out of no where. The man clicked his tongue the moment they were face to face. "You should've been born in Leandra." He said, shoving her back. Eurielle stumbled back, but couldn't regain her footing as the man sweeped his foot under her's. Knocking Eurielle onto her back. She tried to sit up, but was shoved back down to the ground by his foot on her chest. Eurielle felt all the air leave her lungs as the man straddled her. She was suddenly reminded of Alice, as she fought to regain oxygen back into her body.

"Please..." she whimpered feeling his cold blade on her throat. The man's green eyes narrowed, "you know if times were different perhaps you and I could've been friends." Was all he said as he slit her throat open.

Alexander burst through the quiet city, making his way to the outskirts where the other brigade was resting. His head was pounding, everything felt like a blur to him. His body felt hot, his breath coming out like fog. He saw campfire up ahead, the laughter of men meeting his ears.

Alexander took a deep breath, "I am Alexander Sneg! I am a scout from The Sneg Brigade!"

The soldiers looked up in surprise, Antitroph came to a sudden stop, throwing Alexander from the saddle. He landed on his back, letting out a low groan. Above him the horse huffed, pounding his hooves into the ground. Alexander slowly sat up, coming face to face with a stone cold face. The man's blue eyes narrowed when they laid eyes on the scout. "The youngest Sneg." He said simply, Alexander stiffened. It was the last face he had ever expected to see. "Uriel Leto..." he murmured.

Where Alexander came from, there were two military families. The Sneg's and the Leto's. Both held a long rivalry from the beginning, no one was sure where it started, but they knew there was going to be no end to it. It grew worse when the two youngest of both families participated in a, Lozhanaya Bitva. It ended in the Sneg's loss, not long after the death of their eldest. It was like salt was rubbed in their wounds, further pushing the family to their breaking points. Alexander was branded as the failure in the family, so when he finally joined the army, it was made sure he started from the bottom.

He was face to face with the person who brought him to the lowest point in his life. But as he sat there looking at the man who beat him in that Lozhanaya Bitva, he realized he didn't feel any resentment towards him.

Alexander slowly stood up, wincing at the sore feeling beginning to grow in his back. "I'm here to deliver a message." He said, "where is the commander of this brigade?" Uriel looked at the message, then at Alexander before turning around. "Come with me." Was all he said. Alexander followed him to a large tent. Inside sat an older man, who was scribbling away at some documents. "You know better than to disturb me, Uriel." He growled, not looking up. "It's urgent, Sir." Uriel replied, the man looked up, blue eyes freezing when he laid eyes on Alexander. "Sneg." He said simply, tilting his head to the side. Alexander tried not to stare at the scar that adorned the side of his face. "Brigadier General, Ivan Leto." Alexander replied, "Brigadier General, Viktor Sneg sends a request for reinforcements." He lays the rolled up message on his desk.

Brigadier General Leto eyes it, then looks up at Uriel. "Tell the men to get ready, and quickly." He turns to Alexander as Uriel runs out of the tent. "Where?"

The question was simple but Alexander still found himself fumbling for words. "Oceani, a beach about a mile to the west. That's where the fighting is going on." The Brigadier General nodded. "Please," Alexander begged, clutching a hand to his chest. "Please save them, the scouts, they're fighting too."

The Brigadier General saw something familiar in the eyes of the youngest Sneg, the last time he had seen him. It had been two years after the death of their eldest. He saw himself in the boy, as something in his eyes changed when he mentioned the scouts. It was how he looked whenever he saw her. Ivan found himself reaching out to clasp his shoulder. "All will be well." He said, turning to walk out the tent.

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Hello all, I'm sorry I haven't updated, this last month has been very hectic, as I'm sure some of you know right now. I'm not sure if I have readers from outside the U.S, but there's been a lot going on. On top of my government being inadequate to take care of COVID properly, there's been riots, and police brutality is at an all time high right now. I feel like this is the only time I could breathe since everything happened. But regular updates should come out as scheduled unless something more crazy happens and I'm stressed out once again.

I hope you've enjoyed this update, I'll see you all next week. (Hopefully)