Wow... This is the third really short chapter... I suck... ahehehe... yeah... *hides*
So this is a flashback to the Battle of Narva, which took place November 19, 1700. A Russian force fought with Swedish soldiers. There was an insane blizzard, which the Swedes used to their advantage. the Swedes won and the Russians were driven back. Charles was the ruler of Sweden. Peter was the czar of Russia.
Russia, November 19, 1700. Battle of Narva. Peter the Great.
Russia put his hand to his cheek. A shallow cut stretched from his right ear to the corner of his mouth. A deeper cut split his bottom lip and chin. At the moment he was bandaging his neck.
It was freezing. The battle had been a disaster. Russia felt his throat suddenly tighten, and a sob made its escape. He held his breath. No one must hear him cry. Slowly letting it out, he tied the bandage and picked up his scarf. He wound it around his neck and sighed. His breath crystallized in the below-freezing air.
We're not going to make it. What if they didn't? What if Peter lost? Not just this battle, but everything? What if Narva was a foreshadowing of the future? What if Russia himself didn't make it? What would his people do? Who would take over his lands? You don't have to put yourself through all this worry. It will be easy to make it stop. His hand in its glove fingered the sword at his side. It wouldn't be so difficult.
No! You can't think like that, you bastard! He clenched his fist and brought it to his chest. You have people to live for. He stood and motioned for an attendant.
"I need to speak with the czar." He said. The attendant bowed and left.
Russia reached behind and grabbed a stack of papers. He unfurled them and began to pick out the points he would need to discuss with Peter. They would find a way to win this war. His hand found its way to his sword again. "Not yet," he whispered. Not yet.