Soldiers do not back down, soldiers do no give up, soldiers show no mercy - to die in the battlefield is an honor for any warrior!
That was what Arthur Kirkland believed.
For 30 years he had lived his life fighting for his country, and he was the proudest soldier in his brigade. He was everyone's mentor, England's mighty hero. Despite having a family back in his peaceful village, he never returned for 20 years. 20 years they had miss him, 20 years he had been biting off his feelings. This soldier was stone-hearted, merciless. He was most famous for his success on defeating the French, and to them he was a demon.
Arthur did not say anything, nor did he denied it. His ears were all too familiar with all kind of insults, but everyone knows not to spit it on his face, or he will gladly cut off your head.
Recently, his brigade was requested to aid the soldiers fighting in Germany. Arthur heard the battle there was getting intense, thus motivation and skillful soldiers were needed.
"Very well," Arthur responded. "Help me pack up and by dawn tomorrow, we shall go."
"Thank you so much, Sir Arthur! The whole England shall wish for your victory!"
It didn't take long for the news to spread, and everyone in England was cheering for joy. For they know with Arthur's aid in the battle, the army was guarantee a victory. Females glee when they heard of the man's name, dreaming that one day he would pick any of them as his angel, his guardian, his everything.
But they didn't know that Arthur's heart was as cold as stone, and he never dreamt of any of them. He only dreamt of ghosts he had killed, nightmares haunting him every night while he was sleeping.
However, his face showed no fear, and he showed no emotions, no mercy, for this was what he believed a soldier should be.
"Kirkland! You're here in time!" One of the elder general shouted from afar. "We have no time, lad! The Germans front line are ready! We have to defend the camp!"
The blond nodded, following the orders or the elderly soldier whom he believed had more experiences than himself, despite they all showing much more highly respect towards Arthur. Arthur was placed in one of the front line on Britain's army, alongside with his men and comrades, ready with his sword to slay the head of the Germans.
But what's this? They were on stance, their positions were perfect, they should ready to move as they have waved up their flags, but the Germans stayed statics. Had they changed their plans upon hearing Sir Arthur Kirkland were in one of the many soldiers?
No. They were waiting for their captain to stand. How did Arthur knew? Ah, simple.
A slim figure walked in the middle of the cleared road, perhaps purposely cleared for their beloved captain to pass through. And then the captain, wearing the bright blue cape, reminding Arthur of the French, stood at the front of the German's army, smirking. However, the most obvious trait that made Arthur silently gasp, was the long silver hair that blown by the wind of Autumn.
"Hey, British lads! I don't care if you want to conquer the whole world, but I will not let you step into my country! You hear me?!"
Arthur's mouth widen, and slowly craved a grin. He wanted to laugh at Germany's foolishness to a woman into a battlefield. Have they gone too desperate? Oh, how sorry Arthur felt.
The female soldier must had seen this, because then she said; "Don't you dare to make fun of me! You have not known me, do you?!" After that, one of the soldier brought her a white horse, the only white horse, which belong only to her, and she jumped on her horse full with grace and pride.
"I am Julchen Beilschmidt! The White Sword of Prussia, and we are the Defender of Germany's future!" She pulled out of her sword suddenly, which made Arthur winced and ready to pull out his, along with all other soldiers on the battlefield. This was it.
"CHARGE!" She shouted, and the whole German's army ran froward, ready to sacrifice their life for their country.
"Charge!" Shouted the leader of the British's army, and when the two armies collided, thousands of blood already fell onto the ground.
Little did they know, the British already had a plan in motion. And it took sometime for the Germans to find out but they realized when Arthur did not attack, but charged through the horsemen. Arthur did not want to battle, he wanted the trophy instead.
"Sir Beilschmidt!" They shouted, warning their leader. Julchen, the female warrior turned, confused of what was going on as she had been concentrating on defeating the enemies. One of them pointed to the blond, and she widen her eyes. So this was the well-known Arthur Kirkland, the Blonde Demon, the honor of England. She pulled rode and instructed her horse to charge, and she headed towards none other than the lad.
For 30 years he had lived his life fighting for his country, Arthur had never felt his blood rushing, fill with joy and excitement.