Here you go! It's quite long, sorry for some mistakes, I'll try not to be well, I'll try to be just a little less sloppy next time! Scratch the sloppy part, I did some editing!
~WimpyKid29~
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Dust blew, in the small town of Dier. The town that Peter used to live in, months ago. As the wind blew, many of the families worked hard, in their barns. Although the town wasn't full of lively green fields of grass, it had been a long time ago. So many of the barns still stood. It had not rained for months since Peter left, although it didn't get much rain anyway.
"Marilyn!" One of the farmers called out. When she heard, she immediately ran strait to the farmer.
"Yes father?" She said.
"Mary, how is Peter's mother doing?"
"Not, great father. But it shouldn't be too bad, as long as she sleeps."
"All right... hey Marilyn!"
Her father quickly added before she left. "Yes?"
"Don't forget, tonight's the night you wanted to go so... ge-get ready."
Marilyn nodded her head, and quickly ran inside her house. The farmer looked up into the sky, blocking the suns rays, with his hand. "Oh, Peter, your mother needs you."
****
In the smoggy air, lay Peter, in the muddy fields, that just hours ago where green, lay cold on the ground. He slowly lifted his eyes. Around him were, corpses, thousands of them. One of the bodies, had a sword stuck through his right eye. Another had his stomach cut open. Peter, feeling quite ill, slowly got off the muddy grass. He coughed, and then whipped his mouth of spit.
"Oh my God. What happened here? Am I really alive?"
Peter started to walk ever so slowly. He felt as if he where in a dream, light headed I should say. As he walked, he saw more corpses, around the fields. Peter tried to think what happened, why just a minute ago he was about to be killed. Peter stopped walking for a moment, and then he realized, that he was where he was when he was thrown back off his horse. "It couldn't of been a dream, could it of? No! How would something so real be a fake?" Peter then suddenly realized if his sword was on his back. He quickly checked. Yes, it was. He lifted his head to the sky. It was pitch black, except for the light form the fire, caused by a cannon shell. Stars smiled in the night sky. Peter closed his eyes, and thought of home.
"What a fool I am thinking me, an eight-teen year old boy could avenge my father, just in a couple of months. What would of avenged my father, would have been to stay home and take care of mo-"
Peter shook his head. That thought will never happen so he should stop longing for it!
"Hey! It's a live one!" A man shouted. Peter quickly looked behind him.
"Get ready boys!"
Peter could hear two swords being pulled out.
"W-wait! I'm not on anyone's side; I don't even know what this war is about!"
"Don't listen boys! Kill 'em!"
Peter wide eyed readied his sword. He could now see two men with their swords, ready to kill. "I got one of 'em too, so don't think I'm not going down without a fight!"
"God damn it yes listen!"
A much more stronger voiced, demanded. Then suddenly, the men stopped, and put away there swords.
"What's your name boy!"
the man asked him. The man came walking up to Peter. The man was about four inches taller than Peter."Peter sir. "He answered.
"Ah... Peter. Hey say; aren't you the boy from....uh... Dier! That's it!"
Peter paused, and thought if he should answer the man, or not.
"Yes sir."
Peter decided, and said in a stern voice. The man smiled, and put his arm on Peter's shoulder.
"My names Bill! Glad ta meet ya!" Bill said, he sounded like a cowboy, but in those time there wasn't the wild west, or anything like that. Peter gave a grin.
"Now, what the hell is going on here?"
Bill now, took his hand off of Peter. He stepped a step back, and grinned.
"Now, son. That's got to be the stupidest thing I ever did here! You mean you haven't heard of this war; The Great War."
As it was called back then."You mean, well I knew something was going on, but you mean there is a Great War!"
"Why of course! How did you not here about it!"
Bill started to laugh.
"Well what side are you guys on?"
"Well boy, it's a long story. Come on I'll tell when we get to camp."
Peter, not being so sure of this man, with his pot belly, he didn't seem to, well a warrior.
When they got to camp, Bill told Peter about, The Great War.
"Well, son, it all started many months ago...I'd say about six. Anyway, when The Airands attacked, well killed,"- he corrected- "In a village called Dier, see that's how I know you!" Peter gave a sour smile. "Hm... well they killed your father as you know, and well turns out it wasn't really the Airands, it was a person dressed up as one of 'em! Some even say it was a girl, your sister!" Peter quickly stood, as did Bill.
"Wait just, a damn minute! How the hell do you know so much about, my town, and my sister! Who the hell gives you the right to say that it was my sister who killed my father; God damnit!"
Peter, red faced, readied his fists."Now you wait! I didn't say it was your sister, who killed 'em I said those were the rumors! Now please sit down."
Peter loosened his grip on his hands, and did what Bill said.
"Now, if you want to know how I know so much is because, I'm your Uncle." Peter's eyes were wide now; he hadn't seen Uncle Bill in seven years! His uncle had left for training in a past war.
"Uncle! I-II'm sorry I just-"
"That's alright now, let me continue. So, doing so this person must of wanted a war, and unfortunately, that person decided to pick your father, Scott. So we didn't know it wasn't one of The Airands, until the war had already started."
"Well why don't you just surrender!"
"Because, they were quite eager to start the war, and this theory is just mine, well a group of the Generals. And Peter I already know what you are going to ask, yes. I will let you join our war. Oh and your horse is wounded, but alive."
"Thank God!"
Peter got up and asked, "Wh-where do I go to get ready?"
"In the morning we'll get you some armor. Oh, and your camp is to the left, with Captain Heren. Good-night!"
As Peter went into his tent, and slept, Marilyn's Fire was stirring.
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Marilyn and her family, got ready for there trip. It was night, and all of them were tired.
"Mary, I don't want you... well why are you looking for Peter anyway, I mean he is probably killing someone right now!" Marilyn's Father said.
"Father! What kind of phrase is, 'he's probably killing someone'?"
"Well I just mean....."
He faded and then he gave the call to start riding. With Marilyn's bow 'n arrow she was ready to look for Peter. When they got to their destination, Marilyn got off the horse and said,
"Father, Mother, I'll be fine from here!"
"What Mary! No your...well just a helpless little teenage girl!" Her father said.
"But father-"
"Let her go!" Marilyn's mother said, now everyone stared at her. "Well, she is a tough girl, and well, for heaven's sake; she'll only be gone for a little, right Mary?"
"Ye-yes mother!" Marilyn's father looked at Marilyn worried.
"Al-alright! Just be careful!"
Marilyn, did not know what to do. Her homelife? Leave it for Peter. What would she do, when, or if she found Peter? It felt as if Marilyn's eyes were water falls, pouring out onto the dry land of the desert.
"Oh, Mary honey... please don't cry!" her mother pleaded. Marilyn, whipped her eyes, and gave a chuckle.
"Oh mother father! I must do this for him! I.....well, good-bye!"
Marilyn gave kisses, and hugs to her parents, but before her parents rode off,
her father said,"Mary!"
"Yes!"
"Don't do anything, well out of your league!"