Alright, here is the charge scene :) I haven't really gone along with the actual movie scene much for this chapter because I wanted to get down what Rosa was experiencing and most of the scene in the movie is more about what James is experiencing (And I haven't seen the film I in a while -.-) I hope you enjoy this chapter, I had fun writing it c:

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE:

My horse galloped like there was no tomorrow; which was kind of funny because I couldn't guarantee that I would even see tomorrow!

I didn't swing my sword at any of the Germans, I just couldn't. What if they weren't supposed to die? What if it messed up the future?

The future

I belonged there, but I couldn't really call it home anymore; the only place I felt at home was with James… that just so happened to be in the middle of a war.

Rosa's mind couldn't help but wonder; which was the last thing it needed to do given her current situation.

She pulled her horse to the left, avoiding a German soldier who was preparing to catch her horse. Rosa looked around quickly, trying to spot James.

Where is he? She thought.

As she was looking around, she didn't notice the German soldier aiming a gun in her direction; until she heard the gun fire.

A searing pain ripped through Rosa's left bicep. She let out a shriek and almost fell of her horse.

She couldn't make any sense of what was happening around her. She needed to find James; this was all going very bad.

How was she supposed to save him if she couldn't even keep track of the man?

Rosa got a grip of her horse, trying to forget about the pain in her arm, she began to gallop towards the tree line where she knew everyone from her regiment would be heading.

Everywhere Rosa looked, she could see death. Men and horses alike were being cut down in droves. German and British were dying.

Rosa hadn't dared take anyone's life yet; she couldn't bring herself to do it and she was too focused on finding James.

There! Rosa almost said out loud. She had spotted James just a head of her; she recognized Joey and the slender form of her fiancé sitting upon the stallion.

Rosa quickly urged her horse to move faster, she needed to get to James before the machine guns began firing.

"Captain!" Rosa called out. James had just finished cutting down a man when he slowed his horse to look around. He had seen her.

"James! Watch out!" Rosa called; her voice rang with fear as she watched a man approach James with a gun in hand.

James made quick work of the situation and cut the man down; blocking the scene from Rosa by moving Joey in front of the man slightly.

As Rosa came closer to James she could see hurt in his eyes.

"What in heaven's name are you doing here?" James asked as he pulled Joey around to face her.

"I-I don't know," Rosa sighed. She knew exactly what she was doing. Rosa knew he would be angry or upset, but it wouldn't last… would it? He would forgive her if they got through the war… right?

James could hardly keep his voice under control

"You shouldn't be here," He said, looking around quickly to see if they were being aimed at.

"Yeah, well I'm here now and you can't do much about that," Rosa sighed. James gave her a look that said all too well that he was displeased.

"I wasn't going to let you get yourself killed! I came here to try and save you," Rosa cried. Although the war went on around them Rosa couldn't hear or see anything other than James. His face reeked with emotion as Rosa was sure hers also did.

"And in the process of saving me, did you think about yourself?" He asked; his voice became slightly pitchy.

"I will go anywhere you go James, you should know that by now!" Rosa said, trying to keep her voice from breaking. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes; but she wasn't going to let them fall.

"No matter the consequences I wasn't going to let you get yourself killed, again!" She cried out "Do you know what that would do to me? If you are to die in this battle I would rather be out here to die alongside you, than safely at home where all I can do is mourn you," She said.

Rosa's mind suddenly focused on the world surrounding the two of them. They were in the midst of battle and they were just standing there, completely still!

"We can discuss this later, I think we should get back to fighting," Rosa said, pulling her horse to face the tree line. She could see a lot of men on foot retreating into the thick cover.

"You are not going to be fighting, Rosa! Ride the other way, back to the camp," James said and pulled Joey to face the tree line.

Rosa frowned and moved Joey forward slightly.

"No," She said defiantly. James looked at her, bewildered.

"Please, Rosa, do as I say; I do not want to see you dead!" He said pleadingly

"Then you will have to drag me out of here yourself; I'm not leaving you," Rosa said and began to ride ahead of him. She drew her sword this time. Nobody was going to get her off her horse.

She could see James ride up beside her form the corner of her eye. He turned his head to look at her every so often and then he would cut down anyone who dared aim a gun in their direction.

"We need to get past that tree line! Before the guns fire," James called out to Rosa. She nodded and sped her horse up.

"Jeremy!" Rosa heard her fake name being called. She looked to her left to see Richard riding along a few meters away from her. He looked worried.

"Look out!" He yelled all of a sudden. Rosa turned her head back to look towards the tree line but instead of seeing trees she saw a huge tent directly in her path. She pulled back on her horse's reins, causing the beast to stand on its hind legs; throwing Rosa off its back.

Rosa let out a shriek as the air was forced out of her lungs. She felt dizzy and disorientated; the wound in her arm made its presence known and began to throb and sting like mad.

She could feel something wrap around her torso, trying to pull her up off the ground.

"Rosa, you need to stand up! Can you hear me?" A familiar male voice said in her ear. She could only just make out what he had said. She looked up to see the face of the man, she expected it to be James; but it wasn't.

It was Richard

"Richard?" She wheezed, the air slowly began to return to her. She got a hold of her legs and tried to stand on them.

"Quickly Rosa! Or we'll be shot!" Richard said. Rosa nodded and pushed on her legs.

She was now standing upright, until Richard pulled her into a fast run.

"Where's your sword?" He asked as they hid in front of a tent. Rosa shrugged, but quickly realized that he didn't see her silent answer.

"I lost it when I fell," She said. Richard sighed and dug his hands into the pocket of his uniform.

"War is no place for you! Here, take this and be sure to use it if someone gets too close," He said and shoved a small dagger into her hands.

"I can't use this!" Rosa protested. Richard gave her a stern look.

"It is life or death here, Rosa, if someone tries to kill you, you don't hesitate to defend yourself," He said and pulled his sword from its holster. He peeked around the tent quickly to see if the coast was clear.

"Alright, we need to make it to that tree line; it looks like a few of our men have passed it already so we need to get there and help them take it," Richard said, he looked jittery and anxious.

"Follow me!" He said and swiftly moved around the small tent. Rosa did as he said and followed.

Her plan was failing, she had lost sight of James yet again and now she didn't have a horse. How on Earth was she going to save the love of her life when she couldn't keep track of him?

Richard moved fast, it was a good thing Rosa hadn't given on the training. She began to notice the pain in her body more and more though.

They zigzagged in between German tents; thankfully most of them were empty due to them retreating behind the tree lines.

They were almost three quarters of the way to the tree line, but then Rosa heard something she never thought she would hear.

Machine guns

"Rosa!" Richard called out. He threw himself at her, tackling her to the ground.

Once again Rosa experienced the air being taken out of her lungs. Surely it wasn't good for her health.

All Rosa could hear was the sound of bullets whizzing through the air. She could do was look up at the sky, it was very dull and grey. There would probably be a down pour later.

Richard was still lying on her; his body was heavier than she expected it would be. James was a lot lighter.

James

Rosa began to panic. He had said that he died during when the machine guns were fired! The machine guns were firing now!

Rosa began to cry. She couldn't help it; the thought of James being dead broke her heart.

She sobbed for what seemed like hours. She couldn't move, she couldn't do anything other than cry and cry.

All of a sudden the machine guns stopped firing.

After a few minutes of silence, Rosa could hear her name being called.

"Rosa," The voice sounded really close.

It was Richard. He had begun to shift himself off her.

"Don't sit up," He rasped. Rosa slightly turned her head to look at him.

"Are you alright Richard?" She asked. He looked a very sickly pale colour; his eyes were dull and almost colourless.

"I think I was hit," He said, pausing slightly to catch his breath.

"Where?" Rosa asked, her voice barely a whisper. Richard blinked slowly a couple times, pausing again before he spoke.

"In the stomach," He said slowly. Rosa's eyes refilled with tears, but she kept her voice strong and confident so to not worry him.

"You will be fine, it probably just grazed your skin," She tried for a smile but didn't quite manage to get one across her face.

Rosa quickly realized something

"You saved my life, Richard," She said, her eyes went wide. Richard smiled.

"That I did, milady," He said quietly. Rosa smiled sadly at him.

"I will be forever grateful, Richard," She said "Thank you so much for everything you have done for me, for buying me a horse, for supporting me, for keeping my secret, for being my friend and for saving my life," she added.

"You are most welcome, Rosa," He smiled "You are a good person," He rasped "And when this is over, you will be reunited with the Captain, you will go and marry the man and you will be happy, but you have to promise this," He said, his voice sounding a little more serious.

"What?" Rosa asked.

"Don't you dare go getting yourself into any more wars, or else I will come back to haunt you," Richard tried to laugh but it came out as more of a groan. Rosa grasped Richard's hand in her own.

"I solemnly swear that I will never get myself into another war, ever," She smiled with tears rolling down her eyes. Richard tried to nod.

"Thank you," He smiled and closed his eyes. Rosa squeezed his hand.

"Richard?" She asked "Don't go anywhere, we will be found soon, surely we have won," Rosa said, turning her head slowly to look around the battle field.

It was littered with the bodies of men and horses. Some were moving, other's lay very, very still. She could see some men walking around, but she couldn't tell if they were German or British, so she remained silent and only spoke quietly to Richard.

"They are looking for survivors I think; even if they are German I'm sure they wouldn't deny you medical attention.

"I think I would rather die than be in the hands of the German," Richard sighed. Rosa gasped.

"Don't say that! You and me, we'll get through this," Rosa frowned "We will go dancing, you me, the Captain and even Major Stewart! We will go dancing and have fun," She smiled. She could see the life fading in Richard's eyes; but she wasn't going to let him go.

Rosa put every ounce of strength she had into her voice. She called out for help.

"Help! Somebody help me please!" She called "I can't say goodbye to you, Richard, please stay with me," Rosa pleaded.

Richard smiled "Then let's not say goodbye, because I know that I will see you again," Rosa nodded.

"Alright then, I will see you later," She smiled. Richard closed his eyes, his smiled lingering upon his lips.

"I will see you soon, Rosa,"

Within a minute or two, someone had made their way over to where Rosa and Richard lay on the grass.

"Ma'am?" The man asked in confusion. Rosa let out a sigh of relief when she heard the man's British accent.

She slowly tried to sit up.

"Please, sir, you have to help my friend; he is severely injured," Rosa said. She hadn't let go of Richard's hand.

She didn't realize that he was no longer grasping hers

The soldier knelt down beside Richard, pressing his fingers to his neck.

Rosa thought the man looked to be in reasonably good health; he had a few cuts and scrapes on his face and his uniform was ripped in places, but all up he looked fairly unharmed.

The clouds had finally let go; raining their tears over the battlefield.

"Ma'am," The soldier said as he stood up "He has passed on,"

Rosa looked at her fellow soldier in shock. Did she hear him correctly?

She began to cry. She let out all her painful emotions, shifting on the now muddy ground to be closer to Richard. Her friend.

In her mind, Rosa had lost everything. She had lost her horse, her friend, James, she had no idea where he was. Her plan had gone terribly wrong and she couldn't do anything about it. Rosa hadn't considered all the factors when she had mounted her horse in the long grass. She simply planned to let James know of her presence and while charging she would 'accidently' knock him off his horse.

She hadn't even thought that part through. He could have died if she had knocked him off his horse. He could have been trampled by the many other horses following closely behind him.

Rosa sat in the mud for a good half an hour, weeping over everything. She didn't even notice the small group of men standing behind her.

"Ma'am," One man said. She recognized his gruff voice. Rosa turned her head to look at the man.

He took his hat off and hung his head. It was Major Stewart.

"We are so sorry for your loss," He said somberly.

Rosa wiped her eyes with her wet sleeve. Gathering her vocal strength she asked the Major a question that had been on her mind ever since she fell from her horse.

"Where is James?"

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