Chapter 6- Wolf's Mourning
Robin approached the camp, holding her dagger. There were soldiers guarding it all around and on the inside. Clearly, the had taken Gilbert's suggestion that they should wait for the two outcasts to come back.
Pah...like they'd catch me tonight. It's the full moon, my speed is better here. They'll see me as a wolf. Tonight...that's what I'll be!
Robin smiled and made her way into the camp, keeping her wits about her. First was to get rid of all the guards. Then the others. Finally, she would destroy Gilbert so that his skin matched his albino eyes. She heard the soldiers talking about the ghost wolves they thought they saw in the forest last night. They didn't know it had been robin the whole time. She would use this for her advantage.
Within a few moments, the first guards were dead, laying broken on the ground where they once stood. There was barely any blood on her hands!
Gilbert walked out and growled.
"You fools! There is nothing to be scared o-" he stopped and gaped when he saw that all of the soldiers were dead, yet there was barely any bullet wounds. that eliminated the thought that Ludwig had took revenge. It couldn't have been the girl...
He was wrong.
Robin waited in the shadows and finally ran forward, screaming an angry war cry. Shocked, gilbert turned and blocked the first jab of the blade. He then smirked and grabbed his rifle, blocking every swipe of Robin's fury. She kept shouting in and out of gritted teeth.
"There's no use girl! You'll never win against the amazing Prussia! I still don't understand how you escaped my brother. oh vell. Die!" he cried, but Robin shouted
"I've had enough!" and swung hard, making a good deep cut in his arm and side. Gilbert fell, and Robin panted, rubbing at the scar on her shoulder that had opened up.
"I've done it. I've avenged my pack. the thousands who have died. Now to make sure he's gone..." she raised her dagger, but then, her eyes widened. Gilbert grinned and laughed, pulling his own battle knife out of her gut, and she fell, choking on her own breath.
"Stupid frau." Gilbert muttered and limped away, hoping to get to the main camp to get his wounds fixed.
Ludwig had noticed that Robin had left. Frightened, he ran through the forest on her trail back to the camp and saw her on the ground.
He screamed for her, and knelt at her side.
"Oh mein Gott Robin... I'm so sorry. Please be alive!"
Robin blinked her eyes open weakly and smiled sadly.
"Ludwig? You're alright? I'm so glad..."
Ludwig held her up and cradled her in his arms.
"Nien nien...save your breath. You'll be alright. i swear..."
Robin took his hand and coughed.
"No...Ludwig. Please. Go live your life. Finish this war. I can't travel by your side anymore."
For the first time in a long time, Ludwig was crying. The tears came out hot and fast, and he held her close. She wouldn't survive. it was too late.
He leaned down and shared one last kiss with her before she whispered
"Goodbye my love. Remember me in the wolf's howl and the night breeze. I'll be with you...in spirit. I'll see you soon."
She fell limp, and Ludwig looked up to the sky.
"I hope so..." he murmured.
He got up and proceeded to bury her at the top of the mountain, and saw the northern lights. Ludwig smiled at them and suddenly heard a sweet sound.
It was a wolf's howl. A brown wolf stood there with shining familiar blue eyes. And Ludwig knew she had kept her promise.
He would finish this war. For her. Maybe he too would see her soon.