A huge thankyou to all you guys and also Kavazya!
Brenna: I am sorry but I don't anything about the army and thing about war as I have stated before.
The door swung open slowly, letting light filter into house as Sam cautiously stepped inside. Immediately she was greeted by a familiar voice.
"Mommy!" Jack shrieked.
"How is my big boy?" Sam baby-talked, gathering the two-year old in her arms.
"Where Da-da?" Jack asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Outside." Sam said putting Jack back down.
Just then Sam's husband came in through the door.
"Sam, I'm going start packing," Jake murmured.
Jack's soft Mustang eyes, identical to his father's, met Sam's.
"Please don't go!" Sam pleaded.
"I have to." Jake simply stated, climbing up the stairs with heavy steps.
Sam followed Jake upstairs to their room.
"What about me and Jack?" Sam asked, tears sliding down her mud-stained face.
"There's nothing I can do Sam. It's either taking me or all of our lives." Jake explained, his eyes harsh with responsibility.
"Then I'm going with you." Sam countered.
Before Jake could argue against her she spun around and attempted to flee.
But Jake's hands reached out and grabbed Sam. He pulled her in into his embrace. Tears dropped from Jake's eyes onto Sam's. Sam hugged him back, knowing this may be the last time this was possible.
"I have to go, for our sake." Jake muttered.
"Do you love me?" Sam asked.
Hurt played across Jake's face. "How can you even ask that? I love you and Jack more than anything. Do you think I want to go?"
Sam parted from him to meet his eyes. Jake pulled Sam's face closer to his. He saw her fear for his life.
"I'll come back, Sam." He vowed before he pressed his lips against hers.
The Next Day
"Jake, I love you." Sam said finally.
"I love you too, Sam." Jake said forcing a smile.
"Byee" Jack laughed, saliva dripping from his mouth.
Sam waved Jake off, his back towards her until he disappeared into the deep fog.
Sam's wandered to when Sam fell off Phantom for the second time.
" I'll never have my back to you again." Jake vowed, hugging Sam tightly to him.
Jack twirled Sam's hair around his finger.
"Where Da-da go?" He asked.
"He's going to work." Sam lied, tears pricking at her eyes.
"Let's go inside Jack." Sam muttered.
She pushed opened the old door. The ever-so-familiar scent of Jake was absent. The house felt so bare and strange, like the feeling when you move houses and look around your home and all of your stuff is gone. Sam put Jack on the floor.
"You go play sweetheart." Sam said managing a weak smile.
She felt her heart ripping into two pieces, and a piece of her was already gone.
Jake, you better keep your promise...Sam thought to herself.
The Next Day
Sam woke up, expecting to see Jake there on the bed beside her. She felt her heart grieving for him again. She got out of bed and pulled on a dressing gown.
"Your up." Sam heard Jake say inside her head.
His soft Mustang eyes and his gentle smile. It was impossible to forget him.
With an emptiness in her heart she prepared breakfast. Jake's old favorite, French Toast. As her instincts told her, she prepared one for herself and one for Jake. She put three on Jake's plate and two on hers. She set out the table and put Jake's plate on the right and hers on the left. She sat down and began to nibble on the toast. She stared at Jake's toast wondering why Jake wasn't eating his breakfast.
"What's wrong?" Sam asked, her handing reaching for his.
As soon as her hands touched his, Jake disappeared and she came back to reality.
Jake was gone. But Sam knew time wouldn't wait for him, so she pushed every seed of doubt from her mind and determined to take care of everything until Jake came home.
"Ely!" Sergeant James called.
"Yes, sir." Jake replied.
"I got recommended by Adam that you were one of the best riders. I want to see if your good enough to use at one of the main attacks." James barked.
"Go get a saddle and meet me outside in the cavalry training area." James hissed. "Don't be late if you don't want to lose that head of yours." He added. He pushed past Jake with another little group of men.
Jake rushed to the tack room and grabbed Thunder's saddle and bridle. He fitted it on Thunder and hastily led him outside.
"I told you not to be late! I waited here for at least two minutes! Don't be late again. Is that understood?" James spat.
"Yes sir." Jake said boldly answered before hurriedly mounting Thunder.
"I never told you that you were to ride him. Bring him over!" James shouted over his shoulder.
A ear piercing scream came from one of the stalls as a giant liver chestnut Thoroughbred appeared, muscles ripling as he stomped the earth. His nostrils flared angrily as he tossed his head to free himself from the rope tehtering him.
James smirked.
"That's the one." He snorted.
"Go on! Why are you still here! Mount him!" James shouted, his voice getting louder by the second.
Jake shuddered.
What if I can't keep my promise to Sam?Jake thought to himself.
He stalked over to, reached out and stroked the horse.
The young boy that was holding him looked at him wearily and passed him the rope.
"He's a wild one. That's why we called him Wildo." The young boy whispered.
"Hurry up while we're young will you!" James shouted once again this time with a different accent.
Jake took the rope and attempted to saddle him with one hand.
"Here, let me help." The boy smiled.
He professionally saddled the stallion against all odds. The stallion continually reared and bucked, threatening with his teeth. In a split second while the stallion was still Jake quickly mounted. The stallion began to to 360's in the air. Jumping and leaping around like a ballerina.
Abruptly, a smaller albino thoroughbred stood beside Wildo. Like magic, Wildo stopped leaping but continued to rear and buck.
"She's Cloud, very young and forward. The sergeant wants us to race. The first horse to reach to those tree's win. And the rider has to be on his back. If you beat me, you get to take my spot in the war. But of course, I won't let that happen. My spot in the war is better than yours, you may die straight away where you are." The boy explained.
"Oh, and I'm Lucas." He added with a slight smile.
Suddenly there was a gunshot, Lucas tore across the ground at lightning speed. Wildo leaped into the air and started galloping the other way.
"C'mon Wildo!" Jake shouted.
Wildo changed direction and began pursuing Cloud. It was incredible, the stallion could have almost won a race against the Phantom, but not quite. But Cloud was still tons of metres away. Jake could almost imagine he and Sam's last race together. Wildo gathered speed every horse length until they were 10 horse lengths away, 9, 6, 5, 3 and finally neck and neck. Jake leaned even more forward, demanding for speed. Now the trees were just a few metres away.
It all happened in a few moments... Wildo reared at the sight of a rabbit. Jake knew what was going to happen, Wildo was going to flip backwards. He shuddered. He knew he would die, it was impossible to be alive after being squashed by this massive beast. Or would he? Wildo pawed at the sky, his legs trembling as if about to give way...