DulcetFlux
Junior Member
The horrors of a war involving nations, banding up into factions and the sheer impact of it used to just be cradle-side stories that her mother or her nursemaid would speak to her about when she was younger. But now, day after day, the sound of cannons firing and bombs dropping and aeroplanes circling the sky and raining down missiles on the battle field became white noise that life could not be complete without. Everything was stirred up from its normal, quiet monotonous hush. Even the halls of the convent and monastery behind St. Andrew's Cathedral was disrupted by the screams and moans of pain from brave men reduced to crying boys as injuries took them.
But despite the carnage and destruction that the war brought about, some individuals were quietly pleased with the fact that they could finally retreat the solace of their fancy lives and take on work that would make them more useful. Anna, a quiet girl who had entered the convent just months before the war broke was one of these people. Conflict had arisen once, about her identity because it was known that she came from a well-to-do family but no one but the Mother Superior knew which one it was. But now in the heat of war, she was glad she could simply dress in the white uniform she and other trained nuns wore to tend to the wounds of the soldiers brought to them.
Another day came when fleets of men just came flooding in with injuries sustained from a crossfire. Anna took a deep breath and clutched the metal crucifix that hung from thin linked chain around her neck before rushing to the courtyard to see the men that were being brought in to the wards which used to be the common halls of the convent.
But despite the carnage and destruction that the war brought about, some individuals were quietly pleased with the fact that they could finally retreat the solace of their fancy lives and take on work that would make them more useful. Anna, a quiet girl who had entered the convent just months before the war broke was one of these people. Conflict had arisen once, about her identity because it was known that she came from a well-to-do family but no one but the Mother Superior knew which one it was. But now in the heat of war, she was glad she could simply dress in the white uniform she and other trained nuns wore to tend to the wounds of the soldiers brought to them.
Another day came when fleets of men just came flooding in with injuries sustained from a crossfire. Anna took a deep breath and clutched the metal crucifix that hung from thin linked chain around her neck before rushing to the courtyard to see the men that were being brought in to the wards which used to be the common halls of the convent.