Heroes+of+World+War+IV

The battlefield was silent But the opponents’ stares were malignant. Cela looked to her right. Her best friend Alex was ready to fight.

This battle meant everything And not even the bluebirds were willing to sing. Town against town, world against world, There were bullets to be fired and bombs to be hurled.

Cela was shaking and she spoke to be heard, “Will you stay by me Alex? Are you really sure?” He nodded and smiled a big white smile. The troops began to march through the field, single file.

Cela was thirteen, Alex the same But even for the young, this battle with no name Caused friends to argue, people to shout And most of them would not make it out.

The war for the world began with a bang. The shot rang out and the enemy sprang. The friends made eye contact and opened their mouth A giant freedom cry rang out to the south.

They fired and fired, Cela’s curls drenched in sweat She, Alex, and the enemy briefly had met In hand-to-hand combat they fought for the land. Alex was down, Cela offered him her hand.

The duo kept up with the elders beside They fought when others turned to hide. Opponents were loosing, it was all going great Battling through rage, envy, and hate.

Cela was dominating, and Alex was too No one could take them, till one bullet broke through. Cela froze and looked down Alex’s smile turned into a frown.

The girl’s uniform, once yellow was now red Alex ran and protected her instead. She looked him in the eye. “I love you,” she said. The war hero fell, bloody and dead.

Alex screamed out, lost his cool. “Whoever did this, it was too cruel!” An enemy laughed from behind a bush But stopped soon when his head turned to mush.

“You killed my best friend! I loved her, you know!” Through bullets and bombs he let anger show. The enemy dwindled, and Alex shown bright. The battle raged on until day turned to night.

The enemy was gone, fighting was over He ran to Cela’s body, red sheet as her cover. Her freckled face was battered and pale Alex started crying. “I really did fail…”

“I promised I’d stay with you! Not let you die!” “Why didn’t it work? Why couldn’t I?” He picked up the body and carried it to camp Living and dead, both the war champs.

Cela was cleaned and then her body buried, Alex came, a large plaque and bouquet he carried. The plaque told of her heroism with Alex by her side But him being in it only crushed his pride.

He placed the bouquet on her grave. He sniffled and smiled. “Roses were her fave…” The mighty Alex, hero of war Started crying hard until his eyes were sore.

“I won’t leave you, Cela. That I promise. No need to worry about the price,” “I’ll meet you on the other side. In heavenly paradise.” He looked up to the sky and screamed to the blue, “Cela I love you! And you loved me too.”