during World War 1 in the the dirty trench’s, your commander sends you over the trench’s, with other soldiers, you managed to get into a near by trench with lots of gunfire and explosions going off. You look over to your right and see a young soldier girl, she has blond and blue eyes, she look traumatised, scared and shocked, she does not even pay attention to you instead she is stealing at metal plate of armour in front of her. You approach her but don’t know what to say

You point your gun on the girl. She slowly turns her head to look at you. Her eyes dart around scared and confused. You ask if she speaks English, she nods slightly before saying in a quiet shaky voice "I... I'm Private Sarah... 19... Been here for... months..." Tears begin to form in her blue eyes as she continues "...my mum is waiting at home... please... don't hurt me..."

"I... I'm not injured... but..." She sniffs and wipes her nose on the back of her hand "...so many of my friends... they died... right in front of me..." Her voice cracks as she says it, tears spilling over and streaming down her dirty face. "It was horrible... and I'm so scared..."

She looks at you with wide eyes, confusion and disbelief written across her tear-streaked face. "You... you wouldn't hurt me? Really?" She sniffs again, wiping her nose on the back of her arm. "I... I can't fight... I'm just a messenger..." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she clutches the rifle in her hands tighter, shaking with fear and exhaustion.

She stares at you in disbelief, tears beginning to slow as hope flickers in her eyes. "R-really?" she whispers, taking a small step closer. "You wouldn't leave me here...?" She hesitates, looking around the trench with renewed fear before focusing on your face again. "P-promise?"

Her hands tremble as she holds out the piece of paper from her mum. "I-if you take me away... could you give this to my mum? Please..."

Her hands shake as she takes the paper back, clutching it tightly to her chest. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "Thank you so much." Tears continue to stream down her face, but there's a glimmer of hope in her eyes now. "I promise... I won't do anything... just please..." She trails off, fear and desperation making it impossible for her to finish the sentence.

She glances around the trench once more before looking back at you. "What should we do?"

She nods slowly, her eyes wide with fear as she sees the tank approaching. "With... you..." She whispers, taking a tentative step closer. "Please..." Her hands tremble as she grips the rifle tighter. "I-I can't fight..."

She glances around once more before looking back at you, hope in her eyes now replaced with fear and uncertainty. "What if they... they see me with you?" She swallows hard, tears spilling over as she imagines the consequences of being found by her own side.

She squeezes your hand tightly as you lead her away from the trench and towards the woods. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body shaking with each gulp of air. The sound of gunfire and explosions fade behind them as they disappear into the relative safety of the trees.

"T-thank you," she whispers hoarsely between sobs, tears streaming down her face. "Thank you for helping me..."

She looks up at you with frightened eyes, her breath still coming in ragged gasps. "I-I don't know...," she stammers, voice trembling. "My mum... my mum always said there was a farmhouse near here. She used to work there as a maid before the war..." Her face contorts with pain as she remembers her mother and their life together before everything changed.

"If we can find it... maybe we could hide there,"

She nods slowly, sniffing and wiping her nose on the back of her hand again. "O-okay..." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she begins to lead the way through the woods, following her memories of their old home. The trees grow denser around them, branches scrape against their faces and hands, but they continue on, pushing forward despite the discomfort and fear.

It's several minutes before Private Sarah finally stops, pointing at a small break in the foliage ahead of them. "

She hesitates for a moment before moving forward, the undergrowth rustling as she pushes through it. The farmhouse comes into view soon enough, looking much smaller and more dilapidated than she remembers from her childhood memories. "It-it should be this way..." She whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their breathing and the rustling leaves.

Her heart pounds in her chest as they approach the old farmhouse, fear and anticipation making it difficult to think straight.

Her heart sinks as they approach the old farmhouse and see that it's abandoned, cobwebs hanging in the broken windows and leaves and twigs drifting across the porch. "I-I don't understand..." she whispers, taking a tentative step forward before looking back at you with confusion and fear in her eyes. "But... but my mum said I should come here..."

She glances around once more, searching for any sign of life before turning back to the farmhouse and giving it one last desperate look. "

Her eyes dart around nervously as she takes in your words, her voice barely above a whisper as she asks, "But what if someone finds us here?" Fear and desperation make it impossible for her to think clearly, and the sound of gunfire from the battlefield only serves to heighten her panic.

She glances back at you again, searching your face for any sign that you have an answer or idea how they can stay safe.

She nods slowly, biting her lip as she considers your words. "I-if that's our best chance..." She trails off, her voice trembling with uncertainty and fear. Her gaze drifts back to the farmhouse once more before returning to you, hopefulness mixing with dread in her expression. "What should we do first?" she whispers, clutching her rifle tighter as if it might offer some protection against the dangers lurking outside.

She hesitates before stepping forward and beginning to push her way through the undergrowth that leads up to the porch of the farmhouse, her movements slow and cautious as she searches for a way inside. "We should find some supplies first," she whispers, glancing back at you over her shoulder. "Food, water... anything we can use to survive."

She continues to push through the undergrowth, her movements still slow and cautious as she makes her way up to one of the farmhouse's broken windows. Peering inside, she spots a few crates stacked against one wall and decides that they might be their best bet for supplies. "There's some boxes in there," she whispers, pointing at them before ducking down again as gunfire echoes through the woods nearby.

She nods, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves before carefully climbing through the broken window and landing with a soft thud on the dusty floorboards inside. Her hands tremble as she approaches the crates, her heart racing wildly in her chest. The sound of gunfire from outside grows louder, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else but surviving this moment.

She pulls open the lid of one of the crates, revealing a stash of canned food and jars of preserved vegetables.

Her heart leaps into her throat as she hears your voice behind her. She spins around quickly, almost dropping the crate in surprise before realizing it's only you. With a sigh of relief, she turns back to the crates and begins rummaging through them, looking for anything else that might be useful or edible.

"We should find some water too," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of gunfire outside. "The canned food will only last so long."

She nods slowly, her hands stilling as she considers your words. "A well... that's a good idea." Her voice quivers slightly, but she tries to sound more confident than she feels. "Let's find it and see if there's any water left in it." She swallows hard, forcing herself not to think about the danger they could face venturing outside again.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she follows you outside to the well, her hands shaking as they grip the rifle tighter. The sound of gunfire echoes through the air, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else but surviving this moment. She peers down into the dark hole, her breath coming in short gasps as she searches for any sign of water.

"I-is there... is there any way to get it out?" she whispers, her voice trembling with fear and uncertainty.

She nods gratefully, her eyes darting around nervously as she watches you retrieve the rope and bucket. "O-okay... let's do it..." Her voice cracks, revealing just how frightened she truly is. With shaking hands, she helps you lower the bucket into the well, praying that there will be enough water left to sustain them through this nightmare.

Her heart pounds frantically as she listens to the water hitting the bottom of the bucket. She holds her breath, waiting for it to rise back up again. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the rope begins to move and the handle of the bucket appears above the surface. They both share a relieved laugh, the sound tinged with fear as they haul the full bucket out of the well.

"We did it," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of gunfire. "

She nods in agreement, her hand still shaking as she holds the rifle. The darkness outside is beginning to creep into her mind, making it harder for her to focus on anything but surviving this moment. As they carefully carry the full bucket back inside, she can't help but wonder how long their luck will hold out against the dangers that lurk just beyond the safety of the farmhouse.

The sound of gunfire seems closer now, more intense than ever before, and she finds herself trembling with each echoing report from outside.

She pauses in the middle of the room, struggling to steady her breath as she listens to the gunfire outside. "W-we should find somewhere safe," she whispers, glancing around nervously for a place where they might be able to hide from any stray bullets. Her eyes land on an old wooden cupboard in the corner of the room, and with shaking hands, she drags it over to block the doorway leading back outside.

It's not much, but it will have to do for now.

She nods, her eyes wide with fear as she follows you to the barn and up onto the hay-strewn loft where crates are stacked against one wall. As they climb atop them, providing themselves with a slightly higher vantage point, she tries to swallow down the lump in her throat but can't seem to manage it. The sound of gunfire echoes through the air around them, making it impossible for her to block out the danger that lingers just beyond their makeshift shelter.

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Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to calm herself, taking in your words. "O-okay..." She whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of gunfire and the rustling hay beneath them. She clutches the rifle tighter, feeling a strange sense of security from its familiar weight in her hands despite knowing that it might not be enough to protect them.

She looks around once more before closing her eyes, trying desperately to ignore the sounds of battle outside and focus on just surviving this nightmare.

"Yes... I-I mean Private Sarah... but yes, that's me." Her voice is barely above a whisper, her eyes still closed as she tries to pretend that the sounds of battle aren't happening just beyond their hiding spot. "They needed someone... someone they could trust..." She trails off, not wanting to think about why she was really sent here or what it might mean for her future.

She opens her eyes to look at you, confusion and fear still etched on her face. "I... I don't know," she whispers hoarsely. "I just couldn't move." She shudders, remembering the terror that had gripped her as the battle raged around her. "It was like something inside me broke."

She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing, "Back home... my mom always said I had a gift for music. That I could play anything, make anyone happy with just a song..."

She swallows hard, her throat feeling tight and raw as she considers your words. "I-I don't know..." She trails off, searching for the courage to sing despite her fears. After a moment of silence, she takes a deep breath and begins to sing softly, her voice thin and wavering at first but growing stronger with each note. Her fingers slowly slip from the rifle as she loses herself in the music, memories of happier times washing over her like a warm summer breeze.

Her voice carries through the barn, echoing off the walls and rustling the hay around them. As she sings, her shoulders relax and her breath comes easier, the fear beginning to melt away under the weight of the memories it brings back. The sound of gunfire fades into the background, replaced by the haunting melody of her song.

When she finishes, there's a long silence before either of you speaks. You reach out to touch her hand in comfort, and she doesn't pull away.

Her cheeks flush with color as she looks down at your hand on hers, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "T-thank you..." she whispers, her voice still hoarse from singing. She takes a shaky breath, trying to steady herself against the wave of emotions that wash over her in the silence that follows.

The gunfire outside seems to fade into the background as they sit together on the hay bales, their fingers entwined and the only sound the rustling of straw beneath them.

Sakura looks up at you with wide eyes, surprised by your admission. "I-I don't know... You just seemed kinder than the others," she whispers, her voice still shaking slightly. "And when we were running... you didn't leave me behind." She pauses, thinking for a moment before adding softly, "Maybe that's why I trusted you."

She glances down at their hands again, feeling the weight of her decision settle heavily on her chest. This was supposed to be a simple mission;

Sakura takes a deep breath and begins to tell you about her life before the war. She grew up in a small village not far from where they are now, surrounded by fields of rice and cherry blossom trees. Her mother worked as a maid for the family that owned the farmhouse, and Sakura spent most of her time helping her with chores or playing music whenever she had free time.

She was only 18 when the war started, but she remembers it vividly;

The soldiers came one day without warning, their boots heavy on the dirt roads and their faces hard as stone. They arrested her mother and many of the other villagers, accusing them of treason against the government. It was then that Sakura realized she had to do something; she couldn't just sit idly by while her family and friends were taken away from her.

So she volunteered for the army, hoping to fight for their freedom and bring peace back to their village.

It was only when she arrived at the training camp that she realized how wrong she had been. The army wasn't there to protect them; they were just as much a threat as the enemy soldiers. But by then, it was too late; she was already part of something bigger than herself. She met other recruits who shared her doubts and fears, but they stuck together, hoping that perhaps they could make a difference from within.

Sakura looks at you with sympathy in her eyes. "I'm sorry to hear that Captain John. It must have been hard for you too." She pauses, considering your words before continuing softly, "But maybe together we can find a way out of this nightmare. We don't have to keep fighting if there's another option."

She hesitates, unsure if she should reveal more about her mission and the message she was supposed to deliver. But something about Captain John makes her feel like she can trust him. "

Sakura takes a deep breath before continuing, her voice barely above a whisper now. "There was a man back home... my mom's employer... he had information about peace talks between the two sides. He wanted me to deliver a letter to someone important, someone who could make a difference." She pauses again, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat. "But I don't know if that person is even still alive, or if they would believe me if I found them..."

Sakura nods slowly, her eyes wide with fear and hope as she reaches into the pocket of her uniform and pulls out the folded piece of paper. "I-I was supposed to give it to someone important," she whispers, handing it over to Captain John. "But I don't know who that person is or where they are..."

Her voice trails off, leaving the question hanging in the air between them.

Her eyes widen in disbelief as you tell her the letter is addressed to your commander. "R-really? But... I thought..." She trails off, unable to finish her sentence. A mix of relief and anxiety washes over her; if they can deliver this message and prove its importance, maybe there is hope for peace after all.

But what if Captain John doesn't believe her? Or worse, what if he turns her in instead?

Sakura's expression falls as you voice your concerns about your commander and his whereabouts during the battle. She knows how important it is to get this letter to someone who can make a difference, but she also understands that trusting Captain John might be a risk. "We should find him," she whispers, her eyes searching yours for any sign of reassurance or doubt. "If he's still alive, we need to tell him about the peace talks."

Sakura nods in agreement, her heart racing at the thought of not being able to find your commander right away. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she waits for nightfall before they can venture out and begin their search for someone who might believe them about the peace talks.

She glances down at the letter in Captain John's hand, hoping against hope that it will make a difference when they finally find its intended recipient.

Sakura nods, grateful to be able to remove the heavy armor and vest that have been weighing her down all day. She unbuckles them slowly, wincing as she moves stiff muscles. With a sigh of relief, she lays down on the hay bales next to Captain John, using her jacket as a makeshift pillow. Despite the hard surface and the sounds of gunfire still echoing in her ears, exhaustion finally claims her, and she drifts off to sleep.

Sakura clings to you, her body shaking with the force of her terror in the dreamworld. She buries her face against your chest, her hot tears soaking through your uniform as she tries to find solace in your presence. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, each one sending tremors through her slender frame.

It's only when you wrap your arms around her, holding her close and whispering reassurances that the tension begins to drain from her shoulders.

Sakura's cheeks flush even deeper as she realizes how close they are and how much trust they've built between them in such a short time. She pulls back slightly, her eyes meeting yours as she tries to find the words to express her gratitude for your comfort and support. Before she can say anything, however, there's a commotion outside that pulls both of their attention away from each other.

The sound of approaching footsteps grows louder, followed by shouted orders in a language neither of them recognize.

Sakura nods, her heart racing as she listens to the approaching footsteps. She picks up the rifle and positions herself beside you, trying to look as alert and confident as possible despite her fear. "Who are they?" she whispers, not daring to raise her voice any further.

Sakura nods, keeping her eyes on the doorway as the footsteps draw closer. She takes a deep breath and tries to steady her hand on the rifle, willing herself to remain calm despite the pounding of her heart in her ears. The soldiers round the corner, speaking loudly and aggressively in their unfamiliar language. They pause when they see the two of you, rifles at the ready.

One of them steps forward, shouting something at you in his native tongue.

Sakura holds her breath as you speak, her fingers tightening around the rifle as she watches the soldiers carefully. The man who spoke earlier takes a step back, his expression hardening in anger. He shouts something else at you before turning to address the others. They exchange a few words in their native tongue before seeming to come to a decision.

The leader turns back towards you, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "We are not here for supplies," he says slowly and clearly, his voice cold as ice. "You are both under arrest."

Sakura gasps as the leader is shot in the head, blood and pieces of skull splattering against the walls and hay bales. She looks up at Captain John with wide eyes, her heart pounding in her ears as she realizes they're now trapped in a firefight between their own side and whoever these men were working for.

She ducks down behind some crates, trying to find shelter from the hail of bullets that fly past them.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she stares at Captain John, her eyes filling with tears. "It's not done," she whispers hoarsely, her voice shaking with fear and determination. "We still have to find your commander... we have to tell him about the peace talks."

She looks down at her hands, smeared with blood and dirt from the battlefield. "I can't die knowing I didn't try," she whispers, struggling to her feet despite the pain coursing through her body.

Sakura listens to Captain John's words and nods slowly, trying to comprehend the situation they find themselves in. It doesn't seem impossible that their attackers were nothing more than disguised villagers looking for an easy target, but it also means they can't trust anyone else they encounter on their journey.

She glances around the barn, weighing their options and considering what she should do next. It's clear that staying here won't be safe for much longer; someone is bound to come looking for them soon enough.

Sakura nods in agreement, her steps slow and cautious as they navigate through the darkness of the barn. She's grateful for Captain John's presence beside her; without him, she knows she wouldn't have made it this far. As they search for supplies to take with them, she can't help but wonder what dangers lie ahead and whether they'll ever find safety again.

The shadows seem to close in around them as night falls, making the barn feel even more claustrophobic than before.

Sakura freezes at the sight of the village house, her heart pounding with fear and hope. It's possible that someone there might be able to help them find their way to safety or even know where Captain John's commander is hiding out. Taking a deep breath, she follows Captain John as he approaches the house, her eyes darting from window to window as they search for any sign of life within.

Sakura stands behind Captain John, her hands trembling as she watches the door slowly open. She steels herself, ready to face whatever might be on the other side, but it's the sight of a familiar face that makes her heart skip a beat. One of Captain John's fellow soldiers from the barracks stares back at her, his expression shocked and confused.

"Captain John?" he stammers, looking first at me and then at her "What are you doing here? And... who is she?"

Sakura's heart sinks as she realizes that Captain John doesn't know about the letter she carries. She tries to speak, to explain why it's so important that they find Commander Bruce and deliver the message, but her voice catches in her throat. The other soldier looks back and forth between them, clearly confused by their presence here.

"Commander Bruce... he was called up for duty earlier today," he says slowly, his brow furrowing as he tries to piece together what's going on. "

Sakura's eyes widen in panic as she realizes that time is running out and Commander Bruce might not be here when they need him most. Before either of the soldiers can say anything else, she steps forward, her voice shaking with urgency. "Please, you have to help us! We have important information about peace talks between our side and the enemy."

The other soldier's expression softens slightly at this news, but he still looks uncertain. "Come inside," he says finally, stepping aside to let them into the house.

Sakura swallows hard as she follows Captain John to Commander Bruce's office. Her heart is racing with fear and anticipation; this is her chance to deliver the message that could change everything. As they enter the room, she bows her head respectfully before handing over the letter.

"Commander," she says, her voice steady despite her pounding heart, "this was given to me by my mother's employer. He wanted me to make sure it got into the right hands."

Sakura's heart sinks as Commander Bruce explains the situation; it seems impossible that peace can ever be achieved when there are so many conflicting interests at play. But despite the discouraging news, she refuses to give up hope. "I understand, sir," she says quietly, her voice trembling with determination, "but I have to try. I owe it to my mother and everyone else who's suffered because of this war."

There is a long silence as Commander Bruce studies her face, weighing her words carefully.

Her expression softens slightly at the commander's words, and she nods solemnly in agreement. "Then I will do everything in my power to make sure that happens," she says firmly, her eyes locked on his. "With your help, Commander Bruce, we can bring peace back to our land."

Sakura feels her heart break as Commander Bruce tears up the letter and dismisses their efforts so easily. She looks over at Captain John, her eyes pleading with him to make the commander understand how important this is. But when he curses in anger, she realizes that reason and logic are no match for pride and self-interest.

"Captain," she says softly, turning back to Bruce, "please, you can't give up hope. There must be something we can do."

Sakura's eyes widen in surprise as Captain John defies the commander. She looks back and forth between them, unsure what this means for their mission and the future of peace. But one thing is clear: they cannot simply give up. "Captain John," she says urgently, reaching out to touch his arm, "please don't leave us yet. There must be something we can do."

Her voice trembles with fear and determination as she pleads with him not to abandon their cause just yet.

Sakura's heart skips a beat as Captain John takes her hand angrily, but she doesn't let go. "Captain," she says firmly, meeting his gaze with determination, "we can't just give up like this. We have to keep trying." Her voice trembles with emotion and conviction, refusing to accept defeat even in the face of seemingly insurmountable odds.

The tension between them is palpable as they stand there, neither one willing to back down or abandon their beliefs.

Sakura's chest tightens at Captain John's words, but she refuses to give in. "We can't just sit back and wait for someone else to decide our fate," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "If we don't try, if we don't fight for what we believe in... then who will?" She looks up at him, her eyes shining with determination.

There is a long silence as they stand there, the tension between them almost tangible.

Sakura takes a deep breath, trying to steady her voice as she speaks. "But Captain John," she says softly, "if we don't even try... if we just give up and accept our fate without fighting for what's right... then aren't we just as guilty as those who made us into pawns in the first place?" Her eyes search his face, hoping he can see the sincerity behind her words.

There is another long silence before Captain John finally speaks. "I don't know,"

Sakura nods slowly, her heart heavy with disappointment. "I know it's not fair," she whispers, forcing a small smile onto her lips, "but sometimes you have to fight for what you believe in anyway." She pauses, searching for the right words. "We can't give up hope just because the odds are against us. We have to try... even if it means going against orders or defying those in power."

Her eyes meet his once more, filled with determination and unwavering resolve.

Sakura's eyes widen in surprise at his words; she hadn't expected him to agree so easily. A surge of hope fills her chest, and she takes a step closer to him, reaching out to place a tentative hand on his arm. "Thank you," she whispers gratefully. "I know it won't be easy, but I'm willing to help however I can."

She pauses for a moment before asking, "Do you have any ideas on where we should start?"

Sakura nods, grateful for the chance to regain her strength before continuing their mission. As they search for a suitable shelter, she glances over at Captain John, admiration and respect shining in her eyes. Despite his initial reluctance, he had agreed to help her fight for peace; it was a weighty decision that she knew couldn't have been easy for him.

The night is long and cold, but eventually they find a small cave tucked away among the trees, its entrance partially hidden by brambles.