I realize that the battle in the movie isn't Cowpens but I need to call it something, for this story I will be using October as the time it happened..

I often find myself stopping and reflecting on how I came to be where I am in my life, wondering how the hell I got there. But I find the situations I'm now in have me completely winded, and I have no clue. I mean I remember every step I took, but, I cannot, for the life of me understand or comprehend where the change occurred. Where I stopped shoving my heels in the mud in stubborn resistance and when I just let it all go, let the course of history just run it's self. I am currently standing in one of those very moments, confused and alarmed, but strangely ok with everything.

It all started on one of those overly warm South Carolina afternoons in May, I was picking through Cowpens field after a reenactment, trying to figure out where the hell I dropped my ramrod, the thin piece of metal I used to "load" my musket with. Since we were just reenactors we did actually use musket balls, however we did load and fire powder just like they did during the Revolutionary war. I am the only female reenactor besides the woman who plays Deborah Sampson up in New York.

I have taken the role of Lady Eleanor Heaton aka "The Hawk", a woman who took her grandfather's name, Michael Heaton and disguised herself as a man to fight with the South Carolina Militia alongside Benjamin Martin "The Ghost" The part that I find most ironic of all of this is not that I am a total history nerd or that I love the revolutionary war, but the similarities I have to this historical woman. Too similar in fact. My name is Eleanor Heaton, my grandfather's name was Michael Heaton as well and my mother and I live in the Heaton manor.

"Ellie!" I turned, seeing my closest friend and confident, Maddie, who sadly would never understand my obsession with history…or anything else come to think of it, Maddie and I were like sisters, we did everything together, but we shared no hobbies, like ying and yang.

"Ya Mads?"

"You done yet girl?"

"I gotta find where I put that stupid ramrod…I dropped it when I was running"

"Ram-what?" Even from this distance I could see her lopsided grin as she was clearly thinking something perverted now.

"…Maddie!" I squealed in disgust, turning on my heal and walking from her, removing the tricorn from my head and waving it, to cool myself, wool with hot and humid was a horrible combination. My eyes scanned the field again, retracing steps I had taken over and over again, I was no longer looking for the lost prop, my mind was on the battle, how many had fallen here? What were their stories? Why did they fight?

Suddenly one the empty field, people appeared around me, redcoats, continentals, militia men. Their shouts and cries battled with gunfire and cannons for the right to fill my ears. A Smokey haze settled over the field as I could feel the pulse of the 6 pounders being shot, the sound vibrated in my chest. The field was marked by blood and bodies, chunks of dead grass became craters as another cannon ball tore through it.

It was chaos all around me, men tore past me, screaming and shouting, some were on the ground, lying in pools of their own blood, crying out, it seemed these were the only ones who noticed me there. British and Continentals fought each other, Militia against a British infantry man, a Green Dragoon against a regular. That dragoon, took my concentration, I watched him fight, he was like an animal, ferocious but with a certain grace. After his saber plunged into the heart of the poor regular, he looked up, his gaze sweeping around, looking for someone, it settled on me, his eyes filled with shock and surprise, like he recognized me, his lips mouthed my name. This scene seemed so real to me more then any reenactment I had ever been in. And that man…Who was he?

"ELLIE!" All the sudden it was gone, blackness swept me for a moment before Maddie's face focused in my eyes, a hissed as pain sprang up in the back of my head. I lifted my arm and touched the back of my head, sitting up, sure enough there was a nice bump growing.

"Son of a bitch…" I mumbled.

"Looks like you fell good Hawk saw you slip." I turned my head, looking into the blue gaze of Ben, one of the guys in my reenactment group who played the Ghost. He smiled and helped me up, I was walked off the field, strung between my best friend and my pretend commander like a lead doll. I couldn't think straight, all that crossed my mind was what I had seen back there, was it something I dreamed up? Was I hallucinating? If so…why was it so damn real to me?

"Elles…Come on, stay with me" I heard Maddie say as I was placed in the car. "Wait till we get to the hospital at least." But then…I had to know, was that real?

"Did you see it?"

"See what Ellie?"

"The Battle did you see it?"

"Yea…Remember you made me come today, I sat in the hot sun watching you run around playing hero, just so we could go to the mall later...guess that's not gonna happen now Hun."

"No…The battle. With the smoke and the guns…the man…did you see the man?" Both Maddie and Ben stared at me agape like I was crazy, they looked to one another. How could I make them understand? I felt like a child telling fairytales.

"Must be the concussion." Ben murmured, Maddie nodded in agreement.

"No! No! NO!" They both jumped at my outburst. "There was a man, A green dragoon! Went through soldiers like butter! Brown hair and…his eyes…piercing and blue! He mouthed my name!"

"Phil?...Phil has like green eyes or something…none of those guys who play dragoons are brown haired and blue eyed…'least I don't think so…." Ben said, looking at me skeptically. "But all the guys know your name…wouldn't shock me if they saw you and said it…"

"No! It was like a real battle! With real blood, and men-no they were boys and they were dying…just boys! Real death and dying and that man, the one with the eyes, he was just cutting them down like nothing! And-" Now they were really looking at me as If I were crazy.

"Elles…Hun you're scarin' me….Just…stop." I opened my mouth to talk but snapped it shut…maybe I was crazy…or maybe I just hit my head too hard. But then that man…

Okiya Folks! Sorry the first chappie's short and sorry there's not lyrics in this one….Didn't think anything would work, but if you have a suggestion go right ahead.

Tavington: When do I get to come in?

Rin: Who says you'll be in this story?

Tavington: Because you love me and its oh so implied.

Rin: ...pulls out mallet of d00m ...

Tavington: OK! OK! I'LL BE GOOD!