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Chapter Seven

"Can you see anything now?" South asked, moving her index finger back and forth in front of Norths eyes. North squinted. "No not yet." South sighed as she closed her eyes and concentrated. A lavender light dances across her fingertips. South opened her eyes and watched the swirls of the light. She then raised fingers up to Norths dull, colourless eyes. The lavender light escaped her grasp, and into Norths eyes. South watched as Norths eyes flashed a bright violet, then ever so slowly changed back to her original colour. She blinked multiple times before grinning widely, and quickly wrapped her arms around South. "Aw man...grazie grazie grazie!" She repeated, grateful that her blindness wasn't permanent. It wasn't going to be in the long run, but it would have taken a long time for her eyes to heal if magic wasn't used.
"It's alright...do you need to patch up your stomach? It looks like you've gotten quite injured." South said, looking at Norths bloody uniform. North looked around, horrified. The battle field. Danish and British soldiers were cleaning up the bodies of all the fallen. "Wait wait wait! Did we even get their tags?!" North shouted, South held her back. "Yes yes yes, we've gotten all the tags we could." South said, looking at the blood stained field. Bodies scattered around the grass as if it were a painting. "Come on, we have to go back to the camp." South said, her eyes watering at the sight of the dead. North gulped as she looked at the fields one last time. England was still on the ground, his hand over his bloody chest, he looked somewhat peaceful. North thought as she tried to spot Denmark. She saw him on a knoll.
Norway was tending to him, his hands were placed over Denmark's leg. North heard Norway scowling at him, her smile slightly grew as she remembered the old times. "Come on now, we need to see how many tags were collected. Also we need a man count." South said as she looked up at the sky, it was maybe four in the afternoon. She turned around and almost began to walk away, only to realize that North was gone. "North?...North?...North!" South shouted as she gripped her hair, North was crouched next to England. North looked down at him, his clouded green eyes stared in the sky. "We believe that everyone is good...even if they don't think, nor show it." North muttered as she closed his eyes. He wont be awake for another two days at the most.
A gale followed with her sigh. "What ever happened to us England. You used to take care of us. You used to care about us." North said as she watched his light blond hair move with the wind. She felt someone tug on her hair lightly. "Come on, leave him." South said as she looked at his multiple stab wounds, remembering what it was like to be in that position. North stood up, glancing one last time at England, then left with South back to their camp. North glanced at South, Denmark really seemed to have of kicked her ass.
When they returned to their camp, North was shocked. She looked around, her eyes wide with pure awe. "You! You with the black hair! Yes you! Where are the fallen soldiers tags?!" North shouted at a female soldier, who saluted. "Over in the main tent, Sir!...Ma'ma..Sir..." She stumbled on what to call her leaders. She looked up at them, the one called North was looking around. "Sir...you have wounds, I'll call the medic!" She shouted, North looked at her and shook her head. "No no, I'm quite alright, have the medic help with the other wounded! Just show me the tags!" North shouted, slightly feeling bad for speaking so sharply. The girl nodded as she pointed to the main tent. "Just head down there, Sir!" She said, jumping when North placed a hand on her shoulder.
"At ease..." She said softly, the girl widened her eyes as she watched North walk over to the cream coloured tent. North turned around, looking for South. She was busy trying to heal someone with a bullet wound to the stomach. North turned back around, and opened the flaps of the tent, looking inside. She found three people inside, they all looked at her, then quickly stood up, saluting. "At ease...State your names." She said, the three men dropped their arms. She looked at a brown haired, bearded man. He was wearing the northern uniform, and stood up straight with an expression as if he tried to keep it stone cold, but was terrified. He spoke first. "Matthew Way!" He shouted, North scoffled. How ironic. She thought, then looked at the obvious German wearing the southern uniform. His combed blond hair and piercing blues eyes, his body type, his perfect facial expression, for a moment North thought he was Germany. She noticed, though, that this man had many scars on his face. "Your name, soldier?!" North shouted, he looked down at her. "Adalard Eberhardt of southern Narnia, Sir!" He shouted, North nodded. He was definitely German.
She found that humorous. A man from Germany, in Narnia, willing to fight against his own birth country for this one. She then finally looked at the third man. He had slicked back, black hair. He was shorter then everyone else, and even wore glasses. "Mark Meuth!" North nodded as she then walked up the them, pushing the German away from the table. She looked down, they were looking at the causality number. "How many." North said, it wasn't a question, she demanded to know. There were way too many people out there. It was as if they only lost- "Seven thousand, one hundred and fifty seven casualties, Sir!" Meuth said, pushing up his glasses. North widened her eyes. That can't be.
That's so little. Almost impossible. North slammed her hands on the table, the bloody tags clinking together. She turned around, reached up, and snatched the Germans collar. She slightly shook him. "Eberhardt, tell me the trust, is Meuth lying to me?" She shouted, Eberhardt's expression remained stone. "Sir no sir! Meuth is telling the truth!"
South took a deep breath. She felt so tired. Magic takes a lot out of you. Hell, if you do something like teleport somewhere, you'd end up bed ridden for two days. She removed her bloody hands from a females shoulder. "That is all I can do...for everyone...I must..I must rest." South said as she slowly stood up, the female nodded. "Thank you." She said, South looked down at her. "Thank you for fighting." South replied, then stumbled to a vanilla coloured tent. She pushed herself into the tent and fell onto the ground. She looked up and around the small area. Three places to sleep, there were to be three of us in this small tent? South sighed as she removed her boots, her aching feet felt slightly better as their confined space was removed.
She wiggled her toes and sighed as she unbuttoned her uniform shirt. She dropped the black, bloody cloth on the ground. She stretched her arms up then dropped them. She grabbed her shoulder and rotated it. She lightly touched her throat, it still slightly burned, but it was healing. She heard someone enter the tent and turned around, seeing North. North slightly smiled. "That chick was right, you were in here." North said as she fell onto the ground. "Are you alright?" South asked, North rubbed her head. South raised an eyebrow when she saw a piece of black hair. "No, I don't get it. How did we lose so little soldiers?" She asked, South blinked a few times, almost pushing her hair out of her face before realizing that it was now to short to push. "I don't know, but let's just be happy that we didn't lose as many as we thought we would." South said as she laid down on the cloth on the ground. North nodded as she removed her shoes.
"I just hope that the next battle wont hurt as much." South said, North chuckled. "We all know that the battles will just get worse and worse as it goes on. That was the shortest battle, and the last short battle. It lasted about fifteen minutes. I'm sure that the other battles are going to last much longer." North said as she removed her shirt, both of the girls wore a wife beater underneath their shirts. "We have to plan out the next battle, we should do a secret attack!" North said, South looked at her with wide eyes. "We don't know where their camps are." She said, North looked discouraged for a moment, then smiled. "We go with others, we leave Eberhardt in charge-" South cut her off. "Who the hell is Eberhardt?" She asked, North explained who he was, South agreed that he seemed to be the best person to leave in charge.
They put their boots back on, grabbed their shirts and put them back on. Both cringed at the feeling of cold bloody cloth rubbing against their skin. "Time to put this into action." South said as North opened the tent, cracking her knuckles.