Lewis Evans

I stepped out of the general store and moved towards my family's buggy to place the newly purchased belongings inside, my mind still on the fiery red head. When I'd first seen her I was angry. I was a nobleman and no one, espeacially a filthy thief, laid hands on the likes of me. Yet, something about her seemed slightly entrancing. I was only used to the maidens in my social class and none of them were so...like her, I guess. What was her name? Ah yes, Nellie.

"Master Lewis!" I spun around to see one of our servants headed my direction on horse back.

"Your father said to come home immediatly. He needs to talk to you."

"Tell him I'm on my way."

I climbed into the driver's seat and gently whipped the horse on the back with the reigns to let her know we were in a hurry.


"We've avoided it long enough Lewis," my father sighed, resting his arm on the table, "We have no choice but to send you off to the war."

I nodded solemnly, knowing this is exactly what my parents had so actively tried to avoid, but I had always knew it wouldn't work. Afterall, with the lofty connections our family had, my father had already managed to leap the hurdle of entering the ranks due to his booming businesses, but taking his son with him was pushing it a little too far.

"Where are they sending me?"

"Across the river to Handrin, where they're stationed. I was told that you'll most likely be on the front lines."

I wasn't sure whether to be thrilled, frightened, or saddened. Of course I'd miss my family and all the luxuries I now enjoyed, but I was getting rather restless with my strict, mannered lifestyle and wouldn't mind a little adventure.

Little did I know just how much of an adventure it would be.

The End

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