LittleCherryBlossom26

@scrubber6620 yeah, of course, he will! He's made a promise to George 🥰

@Anton_Cloche Because this is war.. 😢 😭 Ans as for that quote, yes, Kristian is referring to Jørgen. Everything's explained in the previous chapter

Time passed. Many more tears flew. The pain was still vivid and his heart still bitter. He braced himself for another mission, took a deep breath as he finished gathering his stuff. Kristian came to see him before he left. “How are you feeling?” It seemed like a dumb question, but Karl smiled as he knew he cared. Then he sighed. “I’ve learnt to live with it, I guess. It’s not as if I had any other choice anyway.” “I know.” There was a long moment of silence that se

Karl still had no news about Jørgen and it was more than his mind could take. Training or missions didn’t matter anymore. He was going to go and look for him himself and bring him back no matter what if they couldn’t do it. No one could stop him this time. He wasn’t in the mood to argue. As he was making his way to the huge shed, he came across Arthur and Kristian. Since they stood in his way, he had no other choice than stopping in his tracks. Arthur still had that emotionless look on

Well.... Bit of a kind of fishing expedition I guess 😂

@Anton_Cloche Well, about the "royals" thing, since this is supposed to be only a first draft, I had this idea that suddenly popped into my mind one day about imagining him as a character with royal blood but being the fruit of a forbidden relationship, so with no characteristic of a legetimate child, but nothing seriously defined actually about his family, so yeah... I mentioned it to kind of test it and see how people would react about it 😅

27th June, 1943 Dear Karl, We are all doing well thanks to God’s mercy. I am happy to read that you are as well, and I am so sorry about your friend. May God protect him and keep him sane. I really hope he will be able to go back to his family sooner or later. We should never lose faith. I am sure this war will end one day. And, oh, my dear, congratulations for being promoted to the rank of Lance Corporal! I knew you would do it. Robert and I are so proud of you. I am sure you

Months went by, and before he had time to even realise it, his twenty-first birthday had passed. But there was nothing special about it; except that one more year had passed, and the war was still going on. He had carried out many other missions during that span of time and he had managed to survive. Luck had been on his side for every of them he guessed but most importantly, the more missions he had completed the more experience he had got with time. He didn’t count anymore the Luftwa

“Freedom, here I come!” That was the first thing he said when he got on board the ship that would take him to the other side of the world. The sunset made that moment even more perfect. It was the symbol of a beautiful promise to a new beginning. He had left his home to discover by himself the far away and immense landscapes he had heard so much about. The trip to London hadn’t been an easy one, but it had been worth it in the end. He remembered the amazement making him hold his breath wh

Karl thought Manu would be mad after what happened, but he kept pretending he hadn’t seen a thing. Clément kept avoiding him. He managed to find himself face to face with him at one point in the tunnels. “I’m sorry.” Clément avoided eye contact. Karl’s eyes widened as he didn’t try to go away. Had he tried, he would have held him back anyway. There was an awkward silence that lasted for a while and he couldn’t take it anymore. “I really am, please. I didn’t know what I was d

Karl didn’t leave his room for the next few days, but he couldn’t take it anymore to stay trapped there, doing nothing. So he decided to leave the farm to go on a walk. Of course, he made sure he wouldn’t be seen as he left his grim room. It seemed that Clément wasn’t there. He started as he heard a small bark. He had forgotten the dog guarding the house… He sighed. “Du må ikke sige noget til din mester, tak. Du ved ikke, hvordan det er at være fanget i mørket hele dagen og natten lang

It took him time to come to his senses, but when he woke up, he noticed he wasn’t alone. Clément was by his side, looking so concerned and sorry. Everything came back suddenly. The way they had treated him as if he were one of them. His jaw was clenched and his gaze hard and dark. “Je suis désolé…Je voulais pas que ça se passe comme ça… Fais-moi voir tes blessures.” I'm sorry. I didn't want things to happen that way... Let me see your wounds. Clément flinched as he jerked his ha

Clément didn’t waste any time. He took Karl to his and his sister’s room. He pushed her bed against the wall and opened the trapdoor that had been existing for longer than he could remember. “Viens avec moi !” He said as he looked at him. Come with me. They should never find that trapdoor. Never. They both went down. “Reste ici et fais-toi oublier pendant un moment. Ne fait aucun bruit, ne bouge pas et ne respire plus. Je m’occupe d’eux.” Stay here and pretend you don’t e

July 1942 There he went again. He was ready to leave for another mission. Nothing dangerous, but if things turned out like they had for his first one, he wasn’t sure he could deal with it another time. He was able to see Jørgen again at least before he had to leave, so it brought him some joy. He was to leave soon for another mission as well, something similar to his. They hugged each other as they were face to face. Jørgen chuckled. “Karl! It’s so good to see you again!

After weeks of crossing the ocean, he was finally back in England. He couldn’t stand the sea anymore. He jumped out of the boat with such eagerness, everyone around must have been stunned. He smiled at the contact of his feet with the ground and his whole body relaxed. He breathed in and out deeply. It was reminding him of the first time he had arrived in England. But he wasn’t totally back to square one, so he wasn’t that worried. He just needed to find a way to get back to the RAF station