The Lost One (9)

Many months passed. I spent all of my time inside, unwilling to leave and still grieving over my lost William. Could it be true that I would never see him again? Was he really gone? Day after day, I found myself questioning my sanity, as I could often hear my love's voice within my own mind.

"Are you still grieving?" Armel demanded of me one September day. He had found me gazing out the window of my room, watching the raindrops slide down the glass surface.

"Yes," I replied sourly, not wanting to be bothered. I was lost in the few short memories I had had with the dead soldier. Any memories would have been better than the reality of his death.

Armel was not about to take my hint and leave. The French werewolf sat beside me on my bed, looking at me in concern. "You are my last link here, Fraulein," he informed me, squeezing one of my shoulders. "I respect you as I would any man twice your age. You have proved your strength and your loyalty time and time again."

I gazed up at him, my blue eyes glaring. "You sound as if you are going to dispose of me," I muttered, glancing back out the window.

"I could never do that," the governor assured me. "I could never get rid of you. You are far too important to me. However," he began, his voice raising a little. "I do have an amazing job for you."

"What is that job?" I looked up, interested. Armel had not given me a job to do since Estrella had committed suicide, many months ago in February. It would also help to get my mind off of William, if even for a little while.

Armel smiled - a rare sighting. "It is for both you and I," he corrected himself. "There is a place in Maryland - that is one of our North states - called Antietam Creek. The soldiers around there need our help with patrolling. We would be able to warn them of the coming of Confederates."

"I despise Confederates," I hissed between my teeth, remembering the soldier that shot William.

Armel nodded. "I know you do. That is what makes you perfect for this job. We will both head over to Maryland and take up residence with the Union army there. If a fight comes, we shall help out in it."

"They do not mind me?" Women weren't allowed to be soldiers! Armel would have to have been crazy to convince the Union otherwise!

"They know about us," the governor answered shortly, running a hand through his dark hair. "They are willing to let both of us help. Besides, you are as good as any man - if not better - due to your abilities."

I nodded slowly. I supposed the idea made sense. "When are we setting off?" I asked, eager to leave behind the town full of wretched memories of Colum, Estrella, and William.

"Now. Or," Armel added, looking pensive, "tonight. Just gather your stuff, either way, and we shall leave soon." He stood up, nodding to me. "I will give you time alone to allow you to pack."

The room was much lonelier when the governor walked out of it. With a sigh, I began to gather the things that were really important to me. Trinkets from Germany, a golden watch given to me by Armel for my twentieth birthday, William's brass harmonica. Memories flooded through me as I sifted through them.

Finally, my bundle was packed, and I was ready to go, to leave this place of horror and death behind. Honestly, I could not have been more excited to leave.

The End

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