It's short, but it details what the story will be about, or at least it does for me o.O oh, and I also need a title XD
Videl cringed as pain shot up and down her right arm, struggling to keep it from having a seizure. Fighting the urge to scream and writhe around on the dirt covered floor of her tent, she sat down and struggled open a drawer, taking out a needle filled with cloudy liquid.
"You should really have that looked at, Major Breedan." Videl smirked as Brigadier Pelin wandered into her tent, has hands neatly holding his cap at his stomach. "This war is not like the ones we have studied of modern warfare from that place the Historian's made up; Earth, was it?"
"Earth indeed, Pelin." She replied with a snicker, sliding her hand down her blood-stained tunic. "What brings you here at such high times of battle?"
"To check on you, what else?" She smiled. Flirting had never been Calter Pidel's strong point. "But in all manners of seriousness, you must get your arm healed, Major. We cannot have our strongest battalion to falter because their leader is down with Harveden."
"Calm down, Calter, just relax. I won't be coming down with that sort of infection any time soon. Besides, the scar is nearly healed fully, it's just the muscle that pains me." She said, her face going white with nightmarish memories of what had happened during battle the previous week. "What of my battalion, Brigadier?"
"I hear they are as fierce as ever, Videl. But please do not stray from the matter of importance, why do you refuse healing? Do you disagree with the methods of doctoring the Historian's have taught us?" Calter moved closer to her, concern clear upon his face. She shook her head.
"No, Brigadier, I realize the amazing advances our country has made since that discovery, but I also realize the lack of separation between our world and this supposed Earth. History is meant to be studied, not repeated, considering this history is real." She breathed deeply, trying to calm herself as pain once again shook her arm. "And I refuse healing, Calter, because I like to keep my battle scars."
"A battle scar that very well may kill you!"
"Well so be it, then! If it kills me, then I am gone, and the world will be a better place. I am the only one standing between complete destruction of who everyone wants to be and who everyone is, when I am gone this world will find it was better off without me." Her seat fell to the ground and she stood in a fury, smashing her hand atop her desk. Calter backed up a step, his knuckles going white from the tight grip he held on his hat. "This war was started because of our supposed destiny, Calter! If our destiny is for every god damn country to destroy one another then I would rather be buried in a box than standing on top of one!" Videl began to shake as she held her hand in a fist on her desk, watching as Calter placed his hat once again on top of his head.
"You truly have gone mad, Videl. I had hoped a woman like you could hold her sanity better in the midst of bloody battle that is only getting bloodier." He said in a quite tone, looking down at his feet.
"War was only ever meant to be bloody before it got clean, Calter. I am not mad, just sensible. I refuse to believe that the ways of people who never even existed will ever better our society." She replied, shouting.
"Await deportation, Videl. You should never have come here. Your battalion will be awarded a more...sane commander." Calter tipped his hat and backed out of the tent.
