Chapter three~ Xing

Author's Note: In this chapter, a lot of time passes. Try not to mind that too much.

Malaina stood in front of all of the soldiers. Roy was standing on a platform in front of them. They all saluted Roy. Malaina picked up her camouflage backpack and then headed off with the rest of her soldiers to Xing. She looked over her soldier as she left, watching Roy until he disappeared.

~Three months later~

Malaina stood behind a tree with her gun clutched near her chest. Roy had been right about what he said about the battlefield. She had lost 50 of her men. Drachma's soldiers outnumbered the Xing and Central troops by 300 men. Malaina was pretty scared but she knew that she had to keep fighting. She wanted to go home and show everyone that she is stronger than they ever thought she was.

She moved quickly, shooting a few of Drachma's men in the process of finding a new place to use as a shield. She hoped that this war would be over soon. She wanted to see Roy again.

~Five months later~

The war was still going on and it was becoming more harsh and deadly. The Central troops had lost 41 more men in the past five months that this war had been going on. Malaina was surprised that she was still one of the living. The men that had died were far stronger than she would ever be. Oh well, she just had to keep fighting to keep herself alive. That was all that she really could do.

She came out from behind her hiding spot with her gun, reloaded. She ran towards some of Drachma's soldiers. She attacked them from behind and killed everyone that was in the small group. She then ran back to a new hiding place to reload her gun.

~7 months later~

The war was almost over. Drachma was down to 82 soldiers, Xing had 68 and Central still had 102 soldiers left. Ling Yao was talking with the emperor of Drachma about a peace treaty. They were supposed to sign it tonight.

All of Drachma's soldiers had retreated and were heading back to Drachma after the treaty was signed. Central's troops were packing up their things, they would head back home tomorrow morning. Malaina sat down on a log, just outside the camp that they were staying at. She preferred to write an entry in her journal away from the group. It was something personal that she liked to do every night. She pulled a pen out of her pocket and began writing.

Today was a hot, scorching day on the battlefield. The treaty was signed and we will be returning soon. It looks like I will be keeping my promise to the Fuhrer. I am thankful that I was able to keep my promise. I finally feel as if I was able to prove myself to all of the bullies from my past and from my present, that I am far stronger than they will ever be. The Fuhrer was right about that. I have proved myself wrong time after time in this war. I am stronger and smarter than I had ever thought that I was. I hope that when I return to Central, I can tell Roy or the Fuhrer how I truly feel about him. I just hope that he feels the same way.

Malaina finished writing in her journal and put her pen back into her pocket. She stood up with her journal clutched to her chest as she walked back to the camp. She could see all of the soldiers in the camp, talking among each other with smiles.

A man who looked like he was from Drachma crept up behind her with his gun, pointed right at her. Malaina heard the rustling of the bushes behind her. She pulled a gun from her pocket and turned around. She was too late though. The man fired his gun and shot her through the stomach. The shot rang through the camp. She fell to the ground, blood seeping through her wounds. All of the Central soldiers came running at the sound of the gunshot. They found Malaina on the ground, with the villain nowhere to be found.