Author's Note: More of a background story for my Civil War RPG but also a short story at the same time. Please enjoy. :D


He stood alone, his blue eyes gazing out into nothing at all. Anyone who say him thought that he had left the world for a moment in an endless daydream but really he was more alert then he usually was, alert in a different sense of the word. To him, it seemed as if the entire world had been pull apart, torn by the seam and now the two ends stood balance against each other, each believing that the other one was right. And of course, being from Maine, be believed that the North was right.

Everyone in his family believed in the Northern cause, at least his six siblings and both of his parents. The rest of the family they didn't see all that often, but he assumed they would all believe in the cause that he could feel in his heart, the right cause.

"Shiloh."

At the sound of his name, the man turned towards the house that stood behind him, the house that he had grown up in, his parents house. For the time being all of them were together, they had been discussing the war.

Standing in the doorway was the youngest of the children, Amy Poole, who had his blue eyes and light brown hair. She was only 15, too young, he figured to truly understand what was happening to their nation, the world as they knew it. "What is it Amy?" he asked her.

"Have you heard about David?" She asked him, a pained note to her usually calm voice.

Shiloh furrowed his brow for a moment in thought. David was Amy's boyfriend, two years her senior. He was going to some school around the idea and Amy had met him out on a walk one day and as she had told him, fallen in love at first sight. At first he had laughed at her, told her that she was too young to understand such things but David had remained and she had never stopped talking about him. But he couldn't remember hearing anything new about David in a few months. Amy knew that he had never believed the love would last, mostly because his own love had failed when he was young and he had never seemed to try to fall in love with anyone since then.

Shaking his head, Shiloh answered in the negative and Amy sighed, crossed her arms across her chest and leaned against the side of the house. "Don't you remember what state he's from?"

"What difference does that make?" Shiloh asked, not putting two and two together quite yet. He'd been too caught up in his own thoughts, the decision that he knew he would soon have to make.

A pained look reflected in his younger sister's eyes as she stared at him. "He's from Virginia, Shiloh! Virginia!"

He looked up sharply, realizing then what she was saying. "He's too young to volunteer," Shiloh said quickly, "He's only 17, surely no one will let him?"

"They are letting him Shiloh," Amy said, seeming close to tears at that moment, "I talked to him before I came here and it's all I can do not to break down in front of our parents. He lied to them Shiloh, he's going off to war, he's willing to leave me! But I'm not going to let him."

"What are you going to do, hold onto him and beg him not to leave?" Shiloh asked, raising one eyebrow questionably.

Amy shook her head and hestiated, as if she was afriad of what her brother would think of her should she tell him the truth. Her heart pounded in her chest as she stared at him, meeting his eyes. "I'm not going to beg..."

"Well, what are you going to do then?" he asked.

"I... I'm going with him," Amy whispered, the strain of telling him this on her voice. "We're leaving together tomorrow. Please don't tell the rest of the family, they will never forgive me, it'll be easier on them if they think I just disappear."

Shiloh stared at her, the shock and pain evident on his face in the depths of his blue eyes. "What are they going to think when you just vanish into thin air? Do you not think that they will try to find you? And why are you telling this to me?"

"You are the most reasonable one here Shiloh," she said, "The only one I can trust not to try and stop me."

"What makes you think I won't try to stop you?" Shiloh asked sharply, not sure exactly what he should be thinking about the piece of news that he had just recieved. But he felt the pain, the heartache that crossed his chest. He couldn't believe that his sister would try to do something such as what she was going to do, she was still far too young...

Resting an hand on his arm, Amy closed her eyes for a moment. "Because it's not who you are Shiloh, I know you, I've grown up with you. You won't try to stop me because you don't have the heart to deny me what you know I want, more then anything in this entire universe. I have to be with him."

Giving his head a small shake, Shiloh glanced down at his hands. "You deserve to have what you want Amy, but haven't you even thought this through. You aren't a Rebel, what are you going to do down South? You believe in the Northern Cause."

"I'll stay low and won't voice my opinions," Amy stated, "And David will protect me! He won't let anything bad happen to me!"

Shiloh grasped her shoulders. "Just think on it some more Amy, make sure that it's what you really want to do!"

"It is what I really want to do," She said, pulling out from under his hands. "Don't try to talk me out of it because it won't change anything. Just promise me that you won't tell the others."

"I can't promise that," Shiloh said.

"Do you always have to make things difficult?" she asked.

Shiloh nodded, a serious expression on his hollow face. "Maybe that's just my job as an older sibling, to be difficult. I'm sorry Amy, but I can't promise that I won't tell them. No matter how hard it will be on everyone, they deserve to know were you are, that you are at least alive."

"Then I'm getting out of here!" Amy said, "Before someone tries to stop me."

She spun on her heels and walked across the yard. Shiloh watched her for a moment, as she neared the gate and as her hand touched the latch he called, "I love you Amy, don't ever forget that."

Turning to face him one last time, a small smile on her face she nodded. "I love you too Shiloh, in an unusual sort of way."

And then, she turned out of the gate and started up the road. Shiloh stood there and watched her go, his heart heavy as a thousand thoughts built up in head, thoughts that something bad could happen to her and that it would be all his fault for not stopping her. But Amy had been right when she had said that he wouldn't have had the heart to stop her. He wasn't the type of person, the type of person to hold someone back.