Matthew waited through the night. He almost fell into the comforting clutches of his dreams a few times, but the sounds of gunshots and the thought of his brother always jerked him back into consciousness. He was so worried about
Alfred. He was out there on the battlefield now, fighting. Matthew thought that thirteen was too young to be wielding a gun the way he was, but Alfred was prepared to do just about anything to achieve his independence.
As the sun was coming up, and he was ready to fear the worst, a silhouette rose up from the horizon.
"Alfred?" Matthew asked, standing up.
"Mattie," the shadow called faintly.
"Alfred!" Matthew called out, running to meet him. Matthew hugged the battered boy, sobbing, "Alfred!"
"Mattie," Alfred croaked, collapsing in his brother's arms. Matthew fell backwards onto the ground under him. He sat up, pulling his brother with him. He looked into Alfred's weary, cerulean eyes before taking in all the cuts and bruises on him.
"Al...," Matthew sobbed, clasping the older boy's hand in his own.
"Mattie," Alfred whispered with a small smile, "We won, Mattie."
Matthew smiled through his tears, pulling Alfred into a tight hug, "Of course you did, Alfred."
A/N Ooooh! Ominous cliffhanger! What a short prologue.
Okay guys, this is my first time publishing a story on FF! I'm not the best writer. Please review and tell me what you think! I'll try to update as soon as I can~!
Alice