Jaybuscus27

           With a jolt, and a small spray of blood, the Prussian man fell to his knees. The bullet plunged itself deep within his chest. He gasped as he felt his life force flow out of him along with the ever-growing stream of blood that gushed out of his wound. He fell onto his back and gazed up at the gray, featureless sky. He looked around the somber field for the man who had shot him, but he saw nothing other than the dark trees, casting their shadows upon the ground.            “GILBERT!” A voice sounded behind him. A tall man, with slicked back blonde hair sprinted to his side.            “L-Ludwig...?” Gilbe