While In War

Chapter III

Remember?

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Jeremy woke up. Where am I? he asked himself. He took a look at his surroundings.

He was laying in the middle of a field. It was night, the moonlight shined brilliantly across the wet grass. He turned his head to the right, and he saw calm waters, almost mirror-like against the night sky. He heard shouting, from a distance and with urgency. He looked in the direction of the shouts.

What looked like an entire army was running right at him! I...I can't move... he thought as he tried to get up. He heard a loud snap right next to him.

A woman was standing over him, one with a dark blue outfit. A symbol of a crescent moon was showing on her right shoulder.

"What are you doing? Get up!" She yelled at him.

"I can't move..." he replied.

"Bah..." she muttered. "I need a medical team here, now!"

A squad of uniformed men and women came rushing to where he was laying. They put him on a stretcher, and carried him to their camp.

The camp was, well, a camp. Tents were set up everywhere, people were rushing about, and weapons were being stocked. Wait, weapons? he questioned to himself, are they at war? The medical team continued to run, bringing him to what seemed like the end of the camp. He saw guns being plished, tested, and reloadedd. He wondered who they were fighting.

Jeremy was suddenly dropped, and a whole arsenal of medical devices were taped, placed, inserted, and even glued to his body.

"Sir? Sir? Are you okay? Do you know your name?" one asked.

"I'm...I'm... I don't know..." he stuttered out. Who am I?...I can't remember.

The medical team stared at each other in bewilderment. One stuck an I.V. into Jeremy's arm, and Jeremy fell asleep again.

When Jeremy awoke, he noticed that he was no longer in the valley. Rather, it seemed far from it. The tent was gone, the cot was gone, the I.V. was also gone. In their place was a large, royal ceiling, a comfortable bed, and a pot of steaming tea. A cup, sitting next to the pot, was already filled, as if whomever made it expected him to wake up soon. He sat up and took a sip of the tea.

The flavor was amazing. Tang, sweetness and bitterness all hit his tongue at the same time, creating a warm taste of--

"Apples," said a southern voice. Jeremy turned his head in a surprise. The voice belonged to a girl, late teens, with jeans, a flannel shirt, and a quite recognisable hat. "Do you like it?" She asked, "I made it myself."

"Um," he responded, attention back on the tea, "yeah, it's great. Who are you?"

"Name's Applejack," she replied, standing up and tipping her hat, "what's yours?"

"I'm..." he stuttered. His mind was blank. "My name is... I don't know..." Why am I drawing a blank?

"Ho, dear," Applejack muttered. "Well, better get the Princess, then."

"What? Princess?" Jeremy quickly licked his hand and smoothed his hair down.

Applejack ran out of the room to supposedly get a princess. Jeremy took this opportunity to look around the room.

The bed was huge, probably bigger than a king-sized one. There was a chandelier hanging from the ceiling, with crystals hanging from seemingly random points on it. A gigantic mirror was behind where Applejack was sitting.

For the first time that morning, he looked at his clothes. they were a soft silk, a deep blue, and had a crescent moon on the upper left corner of the shirt. He heard footsteps coming from the other side of the door and stood in front of it.

The door opened.