Chapter 1
January 13, 2026 at 10:49 AM
Amethyst stood straight up and threw her pack on her back. She commanded two men to follow her, a Navajo Indian and a Russian. The men looked at each other and saw a small tear stream from her usually bright soft beautiful yet strong face. They thought she wouldn’t be vulnerable to any other emotion but logic and strength. They followed her. They looked to where she had looked. They saw a man fallen in the snow, his body was covered on one side with a new fresh coat of snow. The Russian got closer to the body as he looked closer. This man wore an American Army uniform. The fallen man was on his side. His hand was holding the lower part of his chest. His fingers looked as if he was clutching for something in his pocket. His stomach was hollowed out. His jaws held little flesh as they showed bright white teeth. His uniform began to stick to his slightly fleshless body. His eyes looked skyward as his mouth was agape. The fallen man looked as if he was a messenger. He was stripped of any valuables he may have had. The Russian looked for the fallen man's identification to see who this man could have been. The Russian did not know the fallen man. The fallen man was a private in the American army. The fallen man was in a regiment that he thought he had heard before, but he was not for shore. His Birth date was sometime in the spring. The fallen man had no other information that the Russian could really read. There was rust that had produced on the dog tags. The Russian looked to the Navajo that stood beside him. “ She knew him, didn’t she Thorin ?” It was more of a question than a statement. Thorin softly grunted with a nod of his head. He looked at the small woman with a sniper gun strapped to her arm. Her thick long blonde hair began to fan out in the wind. The wind swirled pelts of cold half melted snow flakes on them. She just kept walking like nothing could stop her stride, not even the men that tried to catch up to her. She was already eight hundred and eighty yards away from the fallen man, before the unlikely couple realized how far she had gotten away from them. She followed the road which was a bad idea for a few war criminal fugitives. / Why were they on the run? They were the only one who truly knew why and that shall be told when the time is right./ They caught up to her. She walked like a sleep walker oblivious to what was around her. She held a slightly bloody letter in her hands. Her head was over it. She began to crinkle the paper where her fingers are. She looked up for a second before she refolded the paper in her hands. She put it in the envelope it had come in. The envelope was covered in blood also. She opened her large fur coat then stuffed the envelope someplace in it. A large hand was laid on her small shoulder. The large hand squeezed the soft but firm muscles that stiffened when the Russian called her by her Cherokee name “ Swift Silver Fox, is you ok” ? The Russian English was not good but it was understandable. She threw her head in the air. She wiped around so fast that they didn’t anticipate it. She slapped the Russians hand away as she yelled “Don’t touch me ya repulsive fool, and don’t even dare ask if everything is ok Ivan, you know it is not. That is why ya are here in this land, instead of where yA SHOULD BE, HOME”. She pointed her slim finger in his face. She stood on her toes as she tried to look into his dark colored eyes. Ivans looked deeper into those light blue eyes that flashed a gruesome purple. Hatred boiled out of the young female that stood with her heavy endowed bosom puffing in and out as she tried to hold in all of the anger that seemed to overflow from her. Her face was flushed and tears stained as she grasped the side fabric of her thick coat. Her eyes soften at the man in front of her. She realized how rude and awful she must have been. She began to sob as she said. “ Oh, Ivan, I'm so sorry. I didn’t mean ta go offa like that. I'm so sorry. Oh ”. She had no other words as she grasped the Russian in a fierce hug. Her sobs turned into harsh weeping. Ivan began to softly pat her back in reassurance. Reassuring her that everything might turn out to be ok. Ivan looked to Thorin to look for answers on what to do. The answers in Thorin's eyes told him he was doing just fine. The men just worked that way. It almost looked as if they could read each other's minds. They knew each other that well. They both watched as they saw a broken down amethyst. She was always their strong confidant. She was always the binding of the group. She never broke down once that they knew of. She had a lot to break down about but never did. Ivan was the one who broke down often, not their strong hold, Amethyst. She barely ever showed her emotions, never lost control, never. Was it that letter that got her emotions out of line? Did she know the fallen man that she had gotten it from? These questions rambled through the Navajos' mind. His deep voice burst through the succeeding weeps as he asked “Amy, Did you know the man that had that letter?” she pulled away from Ivan embrace as she let go of the strong form. Ivan's full bearded smile made Amethyst want to cry all over again. That smile reminds her so much of her older brothers that she could start them up at any time. “ I knew him. Yes, he was my best friend from back home.”
