The world was pain.
I felt pain. Intense pain. My eyes opened, and I located the source of the pain. My back right leg was wrapped up in bandages, and a syringe was connected to my front leg.
‘Don’t move, sir. Your leg was damaged bad, and we didn’t finish bandaging it.’ One of my medics said.
‘Where did the grenade come from?
I asked, slowly. I was pretty sure there were painkillers in the syringe, and it made me sluggish.
‘One of the dragons you shot was not dead. He died with the grenade.’ The medic said. ‘I would recommend not moving, but you’re a sergeant, and you’re the leader of our group, so good luck.’
‘How bad is it?’
‘Quite a bit of ripped flesh, and quite a bit of blood. But it shouldn’t rip open again. I sew the flesh, and I’m confident of my skills. There. It’s done.’
I winced as I moved. I must have got hit real bad. My leg wasn’t feeling right. But I had to move. No way I’m going to leave my squad members when I was their leader.
I checked my possessions. I checked for my amulet. It was still around my neck. I opened it, and looked at the picture inside of it. It filled my heart with a warm feeling. At least I was still alive and could see my friend someday.
‘Sir! I heard you woke up!’ Yelled Olin, rushing under the shade that made the temporary hospital with a few others.
‘Anyone else wounded?’ I asked.
‘Good. And the battle?’
We won. And you’ve earned yourself two phone calls, as well as some cash We all got some.’ Olin said, handing me a portable communication bag.
I knew where I would use the call.
‘Thanks.’ I said. ‘Can you give me some privacy?’ I asked.
‘Of course, Sir.’
I connected my phone and called my family first.
For some reason, they didn’t answer. So I called Seath.
‘Hello?’ She answered.
‘Thank god! This was my last call. You ok, Seath? It’s me, Rebel!’ I said.
‘What? Rebel! Where are you? Where did those bastards take you?’ She asked.
‘I’m at the army. I got two phone calls, but my parents didn’t answer. Are they ok? Are you ok?
She didn’t answer.
‘I’m so sorry, Rebel. They’re…They’re dead.
Time stopped. My parents. Dead. When I have fought hoping to keep them safe. Dead.
‘How? ‘ I croaked.
‘You know the train we were aboard on> It got… bombed.’ She said, in a heavy voice. ‘There were bombs planted on the railway. It blasted the front row of the train, and your parents and my parents went into the blasted train to help. They rescued about 10 dragons out, but then the roof of the train broke, and they got trapped. My parents managed to get out, but yours… yours didn’t make it.
So that was how they died. Reality slowly soaked in.
At least they died in a way that they always said was important. Helping others.
‘At least they died in a good way.’ I croaked. ‘So… the body? Did you find them?’
‘Yes. They were heavily charred, but we did. Your parents… they helped to the end. They helped others get out even after the roof collapsed, including my parents. And I could hear them encouraging other trapped dragons with kind words. They’re heroes. We had to find them.’
I could hear Seath sniffing on the other end. But I still had more questions.
‘What did you do with the bodies? If you hadn’t can you please burn them or at least bury them?’ I pleaded. I couldn’t just let my parent’s body rot on the ground. No. Not ever. They were my parents.
‘We already did. I have your parent’s ash right now. I’ll give it to you when we meet.’
‘I appreciate your kind heart, but please, just place them with the other war victims. I’m at the frontline, and I never know when I’m going to die. They say the soldiers on the front are not expected to live.’ I said, as I instantly regretted my words. They came out harsher then I intended to.
Seath broke down over the phone. By the sounds, she dropped the phone and started to cry.
I felt horrible, but it was the truth. She needed to know someday. She needed to know that I might not return. And now that my parents were dead, she needed to know even more so.
She picked up the phone again.
‘I…I’m sorry, Seath, but you need to know. You’re all I have left now.’ I said.
‘N…No. Don’t you dare die. Do you want me to kill myself?’ Seath yelled into the phone, crying.
Kill herself? What the hell?
‘What the hell, Seath? Why would you kill yourself? Don’t you dare threaten me! I can’t control what happens to me, and you’re all I have left! You need to know!’ I yelled into the phone, starting to get angry.
‘Because we swore we would be there for each other, you dumbass! Did you forget the oath?’ She yelled back.
‘That’s until we die! Don’t be unreasonable! I can’t control the world!’ I exclaimed, getting angrier. I haven’t been this angry at Seath since 6th grade when she took my beloved model car. Thinking back, it was a really childish act to be angry, but hey. I was only 12.
‘It doesn’t matter! Don’t be dead or I’m killing myself!’ She yelled, crying harder.
I felt bad for making her cry, but furious at the same time.
‘This isn’t like you. Why are you being so unreasonable?’ I asked in a softer tone, but still harshly.
‘Because I love you and I’m not taking another mate and you’re the dumbest dragon on earth with the worst sense!’ She yelled. ‘You remember on the last day of school you asked me what I was thinking of? I was thinking of how to ask you to be my dat!’ She was now crying hard. ‘We get separated for what? A month? And the first thing you talk about is that you might die? Are you freaking… What the fuck, Rebel?’
She broke down, fully sobbing now.
I was taken aback. I had no idea how Seath thought of me.
‘I…I’m sorry, Seath. But I need to organize what just happened. Sorry. I’ll call you soon.’ I said, and closed the call. Seath started to yell at me to not to do it, but I still did. I needed some time by myself.
I needed some action.
I needed to take my anger out.
I needed war.