Molly sat silently in her room reading. The rocking chair she was sitting in was probably the only chair her father had successfully made. She smiled a little thinking of the silly frustrations chair building gives him. She didn't blame him though. It had given him something to let his energy out on. Since her mom died the whole family had all needed something to distract them, though the war wasn't helping.
Her thinking was interrupted as the yells from her older brother and father became louder. She and Gabriel were only a few minutes apart. They were the only twins in town though they didn't share much in appearances. They both had blond hair from their mother but Gabriel had also been given her warm brown eyes as well. Molly on the other hand had received her fathers light blue eyes. She and Gabriel were almost the same on the inside though he usually used violence with ought thinking, one of the only things he had inherited from their father. Molly had always thought about her actions before she did anything rash but it wasn't like she had run into anything drastic unlike her father. He had been in battle for so long that the lives he would affect never ran through his head anymore, it was like killing was an instinct. Molly never really understood, but that was the same insane impulse that Gabriel wanted to get from the war as well.
She could hear the creaking of the stairs and as expected, someone knocked on her bedroom door.
"Molly, may I come in?" Gabriel asked.
"Sure," She answered.
Almost before he received an answer he came in and grunted in anger while slamming his body onto her bed.
"You know if you wanted to take a nap you could go to your room next door,"Molly told him jokingly
"Yes but if I did, who would I complain to?" He looked at her and smiled.
She gave out a small chuckle, "So what has father done to upset you now?"
"Absolutely nothing," He smiled at the look of curiosity on her face.
"Then what are you here for?"
"What? A brother can't come into his little sisters room to tell her that she has to go watch the younger ones while he is signing up for war?"
"Really? Father agreed?"
"Yes! Can you believe it?" He smiled thrilled. Molly's facial expression had gone from curious to worried.
"What's wrong Molly?" Gabriel's smile had suddenly vanished.
"I'm just. . .worried. Please Gabriel, don't go. Why do you want to go to war any way?" Molly asked loudly rising from the rocking chair.
Gabriel jumped from the bed and gave Molly a hug, "Molly I won't be gone for long. I promise. I have to protect my country. But I will come home, you can count on that, and when I do I'll rub in a big fat I told you so."
They let go and Molly laughed. The rest of the day while Gabriel, Molly's father, and Thomas packed for the journey, Molly cooked dinner and played games outside with the rest of our siblings. She and Gabriel had always believed you were never too old to play games, but now Molly feared that one day a player would be missing.