The Reverse Result
September 3, 1783. Alfred F. Jones refused to end the war against his brother. While he would love to go back and have some tea with the gentleman, he could not let Arthur walk all over him like a doormat. Unfortunately, the rash idea of defeating the most powerful empire in the world turned out how it was expected to. Due to France's inability to continue supporting the revolution America proposed, America was at a loss. His troops dwindled, his goal faded, his arms were weak and could barely hold his rifle. Nonetheless, he continued to fight for what he thought was right. Battle wounds and battle scars meant nothing if all of his hard work went to waste. Which it did.
"Alfred," Arthur tried to plead, "you will not win this! You know how strong I am! You know what I do to people. This is your last warning to surrender or I will not hold back any longer!" The rifle trickled with droplets from the pouring rain. Alfred could not see anything other than his brother and it scared him. He was sure that Arthur brought his army to battle. He would surely be caught unexpectedly.
"I'll never surrender to you, Arthur! I want my independence! I'm no longer your brother!" His words came out forced with a hint of fear. Arthur could sense this and knew what he had to do, although, he did not like it.
"Then so be it, Alfred." With that, Arthur raised his bayonet. A gunshot could be heard throughout the battle grounds and Alfred could no longer hear anything. His left shoulder ached in pain. The last thing Alfred saw was his brother's sympathetic smirk before he fell into unconsciousness.
Alfred could hear a distant cry and some loud bangs but all were unrecognizable. In his current state, he could not recall the battle that he just took part in. Arthur had brought him to the side of the battle and out of harm's way. He smiled down at his younger brother and stroked his mud stained hair, occasionally brushing it away from his sleeping face.
Through the patter of rain, Arthur could hear a small "retreat" from his brother's army. In the sky, he could barely make out a raised white flag where Alfred's flag would have been. Without being aware of it, Alfred's army surrendered to Arthur's. However, in this war, nobody won.