A/N I'm gay for Mulan, don't you know.
The girl was pale, even against the snow.
Her skin was nearly white, so fragile it could be broken by a tap. Her fingers were half curled, a last act of sorts, Mulan figured. The blood that fueled it, she noticed, now ran cold, seeping past the snow and into the lairs of dirt beneath it. It was the only bright thing for miles, ironically.
The dolls was clenched in the crook of her elbow, though. She looked small and frail and weak, but that one act, that grip around the sewn rags, was stronger then someone would have thought possible.
The girl and her doll were just small beings comapred to the mass destruction around them, but for some reason, they were the largest, the most noticable, the ones that stuck to Mulan's mind like a bad taste.
The girl would have been beautiful, she thought to herself, staring at her still face, permanetly twisted in a fearful grimace. She would have grown to be beautiful. She would have been her parents pride and joy, and she would have been the world to somebody. Her matchmaker would have been delighted by her, her grace and charm but coy silence, and she would have been married to a high ranking officer and have children and watch them grow to be honorable adults. She would have died piecefully in her sleep at an elderly age beside her husband, so completley contempt with her life, and it would have been the end.
Of course, this might not have happened. It would have been easier for Mulan not think it would have, but she did. Maybe to torture herself.
The girl and her doll were still, except for the wind blowing their little tufts of hair around their cheeks.
She was one girl among millions, and she was dead, alone in the middle of chaos, with only a ratty doll to hold on to. These were the wages of war, and Mulan was sure she was finished with it.
Shang called for her, and she went, sparing one last glance of the dead skin and bones, and tried her best to detatch herself.
The girl and her doll were left behind with their dead home and dead family and dead friends, but still completely alone.
A/N Hm...I didn't know where this was going when I started it. I wanted to know what happened to that girl with the doll, so.