"The soldier above all others prays for peace, for it is the soldier who must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war." - Douglas MacArthur
I watched with hollow eyes as my comrades barely glanced at me, stepping over me and into my blood that slowly leaked out of my wounds. I hoarsely gasped for breath, croaking, my throat itching as I let out a silenced scream. Not of scream of pain. A scream of frustration.
I had a bullet in my shoulder and in my thigh and I was slowly losing blood.
I looked up to the sunset orange sky and sighed.
What a shame. I had survived for these long years and in our presumably last raid, I was dying.
I regret it. I promised to live. I promised to see that face on the other side.
The orange slowly started to fade as black blotched my vision.
I promised to live with my dying will.
I awoke to the cries of a wailing male as he kneeled by the side of a pale woman, she looked exhausted and sweaty, but she was beautiful. A beautiful voice drifted into my ears, a voice that sounded too good to be true. I stared at the woman wide eyed as she trailed off, her beautiful voice growing weaker and her beautiful silver eyes dulling. A loud long beep filled the room.
The man's wails had stopped and as I saw the horrified expression on his tan face, I realized she was dead.
A gasp left my mouth and I felt tears running down my face, wails leaving my mouth.
I didn't know it at the time, but I had seen my new mother die right before my eyes from childbirth.
So it's been awhile since I've posted pretty much anything on . That doesn't mean I haven't been writing though.
This is a story I thought of a while ago and have been continuously writing over the years. I noticed that our little community has been dying out and wanted to post this, if only to rave about Prince of Tennis.
A quick explanation of this story would be that a war-torn soldier has passed away in her previous world and has been reincarnated into the world of Prince of Tennis, quite honestly the most laughable and complete opposite of her old world as a male. With his knowledge of the world he immerses himself into tennis and plans to live his normal life surrounded by characters he's only read about in stories. Quickly, however, his past catches up with him, and everyone begins to act wary because of it.