Confederate Brotherhood
Prologue…
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Settling in by the trees he adjusted the small leather sack. Carefully taking a small bound journal from within it then resting it against the tree closest to him,
thanking God that the ground here was reasonably dry. General Bee had given him a very important correspondence, but the weather was making travel nearly
impossible let alone to retrieve reinforcements. Pulling out his ink pot he sighed and began writing…
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November 1, 1963
The weathers been fair and I spent my time making it through the
foul weather that's been plaguing us this harvest. Try as I may I
don't think I'll make it to the reinforcements in time. I should be
moving as I write but I want something to remain should I be
captured or killed.
I am on my way to retrieve reinforcement for the small loyal Confederate
force we have here in Brownsville under command of the wise
Brigadier General Hamilton Bee. We have a force of between 90
and 100…sadly not large enough if the intelligence we received is true.
If it is then there are two Union based forces, one local born and
the other of a northern origin, converging to take us. They tell us
that the forces number in the thousands. Should that be true all is
lost here and the fighting throughout Laredo will raise to a new level.
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Hearing a sudden silence in the wildlife he sank into the tree's lengthening shadow; sliding the journal, ink pot and pen back into the pack slowly. As the sun
went down it seemed to set the nearby cotton fields on fire but as he scanned the horizon there didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary. Nothing at least,
except the silence that had alarmed him in the first place. Deciding to move he tightened the string on his pack and melted into the trees picking along carefully to
avoid making to much noise.
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Coming to a halt once the cotton field had disappeared from his sight he took more time to assess the silence. The last sight he would see was the last rays of
the fall Texas sun turning the sky a scarlet red…There was no noticing of the darker shadow that was watching him from above. No shudder of the smile that was too
bright to be normal. Nor had he heard the positive assessment it had bestowed upon him before his world became a swirl of blackness and burning.
When it came to they had been handpicking their soldiers with great success, always gaining ground with the newest and strongest young additions…killing the
ones that had outlived their usefulness. She had been following this one, and his ability to blend in amongst just about any crowd would be very useful to her and hers.
Being away from the large crowds, his choice to take the abandoned woods in his task, had delivered him to her and now there had been another acquisition made. Ripping
herself away from the sweet taste of blood, made sweeter by the young mans fear; she flew back up into the tree. She would be keeping a vigil as the young man screamed
and pitched below and wait until he awoke so she could bring him home, sure that Maria would indeed be welcoming her return.
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Authors Note:
My first Twilight fanfic, all established characters are property of Stephanie Myer. Other characters are original and if people want to use them PM me, I'm usually easy going.
I have no official beta-reader and constructive criticism is welcome, Flames will be ignored and deleted. None of us need to be subjected to ignorance.
While my character is original the battles around the area of Brownsville, TX are a real part of the Civil War and if you want to know more I can give the history lesson lol
Enjoy ^_^