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The wind blew harshly against the pink-tinted noses and cheeks of Evelyn and Lucas; both were wrapped tightly in layers upon layers, though the thick clothing seemed to do nothing against the sharp gusts attacking them.
Albeit her fingers were frozen beneath her woollen gloves, Evelyn bent down to scoop a pile of snow into her hand, shaping it into a ball and soaking her soft gloves in the process. With a grin spread widely across a face she jumped in front of her brother and launched it from her palm.
Lucas froze as the snow slid down his face. Evelyn was barely keeping in her squeaking giggles from the sight and shrieked when Lucas started to stride towards her determinedly.
"A message, sire." The corporal says stoutly, quickly passing over the rolled paper to his leader and moving back into his respective form; back straight, head held high and arms by his side. The captain takes it carefully from his hands, before opening it diligently and reading to himself. He scrunches the paper back into itself and looks to the ground momentarily.
"Men, news from above." He addresses his troops, looking beyond the horizon with a sharp but distant look in his eye. His audience falls silent, anxiously awaiting the announcement, "The enemies are advancing, prepare swiftly and wait for your next orders."
The troops move hurriedly, now murmuring amongst themselves for what the future may hold. Sighing to himself, the leader furrows his eyebrows, "We're in trouble."
(I have no idea what goes on in the army, the roles of certain ranks, though I thought the idea of someone looking to the horizon was a good idea and the idea of an army quickly followed.)
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