by Daria Wright
“Let’s go home,” she whispered.
Kazuma kissed the top of her head and whispered that he loved her.
“I love you too baby. But if you ever lose a fight, so help me god, I’ll kill you.”
He chuckled and wrapped his arm all the more tighter around er.
“Don’t worry. With you by my side, I’ll never lose a match.”
Together they walked back to the car, Kazuma limping from John pushing him onto the tracks and Ally crying quietly out of happiness. They were broken people hat had fused together to become whole and as a result they created new life. They were caught in the ring of fiery love, and it burned because of them all the brighter.
***The End***
To Love a Wounded Soldier
By: Stephanie Hunt
CHAPTER ONE:
The early morning sky was tinged in hues of gold and pink as the sun rose over the horizon. Delphine Delacroix stood in front of the window in the small bedroom she shared with her younger sister Marie, relishing the few precious moments of peace and quiet. Soon enough everyone would be awake and the ceaseless, exhausting flurry of activity would begin. The endless fields tinged with frost rolling before her sparkled and shone in the sun. Everything looked so serene and peaceful it was hard to imagine the country was at war, had been at war for over a decade. But the perpetual hungry ache in her stomach was a stark reminder of their poor conditions. She couldn’t recall a time in her life when she hadn’t been hungry.
Every bit of food farmed on their lands were collected by Napoleon’s men for the French army, leaving the farmers with barely enough to feed their own families. Most nights Delphine and her parents went to bed hungry in order to leave enough food for the three younger children. Delphine found it hard at times to feel patriotic when they never saw the fruits of their labor but she comforted herself with the knowledge that their endeavors were keeping the brave soldiers fighting for their country alive.
From dawn till dusk everyone worked their fingers to the bone, over the years most of the men had left to join as soldiers so all the work fell on the women, the children and the elderly. But even so Delphine knew they were one of the lucky ones, tucked away in a remote corner of the French countryside the harsh realities of the Napoleonic Wars hadn’t touched them quite as badly as other cities and villages where armies trampled through, destroying everything on sight and people lay dying while the streets ran red with their blood.
She sent up a silent prayer towards the sky asking God to put a swift end to this madness. She continued to ask for the same thing every morning year after year, hoping the day would come soon when their lives would go back to normal.
Except hers wouldn’t.
Not really. In a few short months her life was about to change completely.
She looked over at the twin sized bed she shared with Marie and smiled, the younger girl was curled up in a ball, sound asleep, the blankets pulled snugly around her boyish body. Her dark hair so like Delphine’s hung over her shoulder loosely tied in a braid. The two sisters were three years apart in age but looked nearly identical with their wide blue eyes, dark hair and rosebud lips. Marie was a good head shorter and slightly plumper than the tall slender Delphine but both were great beauties. They had inherited the elegant carriage of their French father and the rosy beauty of their English mother.
While she adored all four of her younger siblings, Delphine had a soft spot for Marie. They were as close as two peas in a pod and shared everything with each other. A lump caught in Delphine’s throat as she imagined saying goodbye to this precious sister and maybe never seeing her again. It would be the hardest part about leaving for the American colonies. But thank goodness it wouldn’t happen for another few months yet! She had received an unexpected respite from an ordeal she was starting to dread. It had arrived the day before in the form of a letter from Mr. John Williard saying he had some business to attend to in the Midwest and wanted her to delay her departure. His letter had said,
The Midwest is not as developed as the New York Colony and much of the land is rough and barren. I need to attend to this right away so I cannot wait for your arrival before setting off and fear your company will only hamper my progress.
I do not expect it will take more than a few months at the most. I will inform you a month before I’m due home so you can set out then. I know you must be disappointed but it cannot be helped.
Warm regards,
John Williard
Disappointment! Disappointment was the very last emotion Delphine was feeling. She had felt a flood of relief at knowing she had been given a few months of reprieve. There were times when Delphine wasn’t quite sure if she had made the right decision responding to Mr. John Williard’s advertisement for a mail order bride. It was too late to regret anything now but given the chance again she may not have been so impulsive. It was her father, Nicholas who had brought home the newspaper clipping and urged her to write to him right away. The ad was simple and to the point.
“Well to do, prosperous settler living in New York Colony.
Seeking a genteel bride from a good family.
Must be willing to work hard and live a quiet life.
Willing to provide my bride’s family with a handsome offer.”
Delphine hadn’t wanted to but her father was convinced it would be a wonderful opportunity for both her and the whole family. And Delphine had acquiesced knowing how helpful the ‘handsome offer’ would be for her family’s well-being. Especially living as they were in near poverty.
A part of her also didn’t believe he would write back to her, she had certainly not expected to be picked as his bride! But after exchanging two letters he had proposed marriage and she at her father’s urging had agreed. The monetary amount was settled on as was a wedding date three months later. Of course none of her family would attend and Mr. Williard didn’t have any family, so the wedding he explained in his fourth letter would be a simple affair at the church with a few witnesses. If Delphine felt sad at the prospect of such a bleak wedding she didn’t let it be known to either Mr. Williard or her family. She concentrated instead on the comforts the money would bring to her family and tried and failed to feel excited about her “Grand Adventure” as her father called it.
CHAPTER TWO:
As the date of her departure approached Delphine began to feel more and more anxious about her decision so when Mr. Williard’s letter arrived postponing both her journey and the wedding a month before she was set to sail, Delphine found it hard to feel any disappointment. Marie was the only one who vocalized her concerns about this sudden marriage but nobody cared about the concerns of a fifteen year old. It never occurred to Delphine to feel anger or resentment towards her father or question why it was up to her to bring financial stability to her family when he was the one who had never been capable of holding down a steady job or make sound financial decisions. The truth of the matter was she adored her wonderful, dashing father and found it easy to overlook his numerous faults. They all did.
Her mother, Rose was the hard worker in the family, born and brought up in a respectable farming family in England, she believed in hard work and possessed an endlessly sunny and cheerful disposition. When she was seventeen years old she had met Delphine’s father on a chance encounter and had fallen madly in love with the charming, handsome French man. Neither family ever forgave the elopement and so the five Delacroix children; Delphine, Marie, André, Christian and Nicole grew up without ever knowing any extended family.
It didn’t take Rose long to discover that Nicholas was lazy, bad with money and would never amount to much but they loved each other and despite their struggles and the poverty they were very happy. Over time they managed to rent a small farm in the countryside which provided them with enough to get by but it wasn’t nearly enough and both Marie and Delphine knew their best chances of escaping poverty would be to marry well which was a near impossible dream. Why would any man settle for a landless, penniless,
farmer’s daughter when an influx of well born, well to do ladies were readily available to them?
Delphine knew an American colonist willing to pay handsomely for a bride was her best chance at marrying well so she didn’t begrudge her father pushing her for the match, no matter how much she may be opposed to it herself. But with the arrival of Mr. Williard’s latest letter she felt as though someone had given her the gift of freedom, albeit a short one but it was freedom nonetheless and Delphine was determined to take advantage of this boon and something for herself before starting her role as the obedient, dutiful wife. The only question remained...what?
The what, was answered a few days later when she went into the village and came across a notice tacked up on a billboard outside the General Store. She read the notice several times wondering if she was brave enough to do it and by the time she had walked back the three miles to the farmhouse she had made up her mind. It wouldn’t be a great adventure really but she would be doing something for herself and for the country and she knew was brave enough to do it.
CHAPTER THREE:
The tangy stench of blood hung thickly in the cool March air, teasing the noses of the two hundred British soldiers who ploughed on, heartsick with grief and exhaustion, making their way slowly across the half frozen fields trying to ride around and over the hundreds of dead bodies which littered the ground made muddy from spilled blood, rain and melting snow. The troops were led by Major James Henry Sutton, heir to the title of Baron of Drundell. Major Sutton had tried vainly to keep up the spirits of his men but after their latest disastrous defeat at the hands of the French even he found it difficult to summon up feelings of patriotism and camaraderie. All he could hope to do at this point was lead his men to a safe location so they could rest, regroup and await further instructions from the Duke of York.
Major Sutton had written to the Duke earlier the previous day when things had started to go very badly for the troop as the French army launched a series of deadly counter attacks, forcing his men to retreat. The Major lost over half his men and he suggested to the Duke it would be best to retreat completely as they were unable to penetrate the French border fortresses. He had requested more men, more ammunition and more food for the starving soldiers. He had stressed the importance of waiting for the promised Austrian contingents to arrive before attempting another attack. Now all they could do was hope the Duke agreed and wait for his answer.
It took another two hours before Major Sutton’s unit made it to their secure location. The soldiers hurriedly set up their camp in the last remaining traces of light visible in the sky before night fell upon them. Pitching up dozens of tents and building small fires to warm themselves up in the chilly air. The fires would have to be put out before going to bed. The men at half-heartedly, chewing on the stale bread and some cheese. It was all that was left of their supplies. The horses and carts carrying all their food had been destroyed and stolen by the French two days earlier, if more food didn’t make its way to them soon they would all die of starvation.
Save the French the trouble of wasting their bullets on us, Major James thought bitterly. He was sitting near his tent, pitched up by his right hand helper Alfred and he was deep in thought. Since entering the war he had never once doubted or regretted his decision. Everyone back home had tried to dissuade him from offering his services. His father had told him flat out as the future Baron and the only heir to the title it would be foolhardy of him to endanger himself.
“You’re a bloody aristocrat James!” He had shouted, his face red with fury. “There’s no need for you to muck about with common foot soldiers for a problem
that isn’t even ours. Enjoy the wealth and position you are privy to and stay out of these foreign matters. You’re a hot blooded young buck, pick out one of those nice, rich girls who are always throwing themselves at you and give me some more heirs, I should have had a litter of them by now.” He had concluded angrily.
But James had stuck to his decision. He had felt it was his duty precisely because he was one of the privileged. He found it unfair to sit sheltered and cocooned from the realities of the world, enjoying the bounty and reaping the rewards provided by the hard work and sacrifice of others. As for marriage, the idea of being wedded to one of those ‘nice, rich girls’ as his father put it was absolutely revolting.
Contrary to most young men his age he didn’t enjoy having women throw themselves at him, especially when he knew it wasn’t for the right reasons. Twenty-four years old, the only heir to an immense fortune and a title and more accessible than a Duke or an Earl he knew women saw him as a very good catch. He supposed his tall, solid build and handsome face also had a hand in the matter but he knew from first-hand experience that women cared more for money and status than anything else in the world. Ava had proven that.
CHAPTER FOUR:
With complete disregard for his father’s wishes, James Sutton joined the British army as a commanding officer responsible for leading hundreds of men into battle. Through every campaign and every battle he always tried to keep up his high spirits and rarely let anything bog him down because defeating Napoleon was a cause he believed in firmly. But now three years later he was finding it difficult to see the light at the end of the tunnel. The war against Napoleon Bonaparte had begun in 1803 and now almost twelve years later it didn’t seem any closer to coming to an end.
He felt bone weary and tired and found himself thinking wistfully of his soft bed back in London and the luxury of a hot bath. He had witnessed too many atrocities and led too many innocent men to their deaths to feel anything but weariness. And after this latest humiliating setback he didn’t see how he could order his men to continue fighting without more support.
“Sir?” The hand on his shoulder roused Major Sutton from his brooding thoughts. He looked up to find Alfred standing nearby holding out a flask and some food.
“I managed to get a bit of coffee for you Sir, you look as though you need it and you must eat.”
The thought of food just then was nauseating but Major Sutton knew he had to eat something so he took the plate and the flask and thanked Alfred who looked as exhausted as he felt.
“You look pretty beaten yourself Alfred, make sure to eat as well and then you may as well try to get some sleep. I’ll take care of my own needs tonight.”
Alfred bobbed his head and smiled gratefully.
“Thank you Sir.”
Major Sutton moved closer to one of the fires to warm himself up while his men murmured quiet goodnights and crept into their tents.
In a very short little while not a thing stirred in the camp, not even a cricket could be heard chirping in the fields. Everything was deathly silent as one by one the exhausted men fell into a deep sleep. Major Sutton tossed and turned in his tent for several hours willing his body to succumb to sleep but sleep would not come. He finally pulled on his clothes and stepped out of his tent thinking some fresh air would help clear his head of the gloomy thoughts crowding in.
As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he spied something in the distance. A rippling in the air and the faint glow of a lantern. All at once he was on the alert, a deep sense of foreboding filled him and he knew without a doubt someone was approaching their camp and he had a feeling it wasn’t a friend. He dashed into the nearest tent and roused the group of soldiers sleeping peacefully awake.
“Come quick, I think we may be under attack!” The urgency of the situation was clear in the tone of his voice. The half a dozen men got to their feet at once, all traces of sleep gone as they grimly prepared for yet another attack. Major Sutton went from tent to tent raising the alarm. He didn’t want to risk ringing the bell in case it warned their enemies. In less than a half hour everyone was awake and prepared to meet whatever was coming their way, but the enemy had planned ahead and they had planned well. Within moments a smattering of glowing lanterns lit up the darkness and Major Sutton knew in that moment they were lost. French troops surrounded them on all sides. They had
obviously been followed because the French had approached strategically making sure to trap the British troops within their camp.
It was hard to gauge whether they were outnumbered or not but it didn’t matter because the French had the element of surprise on their side and only a miracle would ensure Major Sutton’s troops would get out of it alive. He yelled out orders left and right but they were lost in the chaos of guns and muskets being fired. Men dropped all around him throughout the camp like helpless, trapped flies. Some of the men surrendered preferring to join the enemy’s side rather than join their comrades in death while others got on their horses and fled. Major Sutton couldn’t find it in his heart to blame either action. And just when he thought things couldn’t get any worse they did.
The commander of the French troops shouted a word to his men. It obviously signaled a code of some kind because all at once the men retreated, all activity ceased as they hurried away to put as much distance as they could between the massacre at the camp and themselves. The remainder of Major Sutton’s men looked at them in puzzlement wondering what they had missed.
When they heard the low hissing sound in the distance steadily getting closer and louder they knew all was lost.
“FIND SHELTER!” Major Sutton screamed hoarsely, “FIND SHELTER IMMEDIATELY. IT’S A CANNON. WE’RE ABOUT TO BE HIT.”
But feeling defeated some of the men ignored the orders and fell to their knees instead with prayers and the names of loved ones on their lips as others made a last attempt at escaping. Major Sutton hovered uncertainly knowing he should get away but unable and unwilling to abandon his men who were ready to accept death.