The Final Stand
December 16th, 1944, France.
The allied forces that were stationed were drinking and having a good laugh in a tavern.
Two young girls, one looked to be ten while the other looked no older than six,
were running around the tavern with trays over their heads. They carried food atop of the trays from table to table, dropping off mugs and plates full of food. The soldiers joked about them saying things like "They must be the youngest barmaids to serve me" or "The damned krauts will never know the allies actually shrunk and became little people!" Those were the drunk soldiers.
Not all of them were drunk; some of them were staying alert. The war was almost won but to them, the key word was "almost", they didn't trust the Germans to just give up because it was a losing battle. A few hours had passed. Most of the soldiers had fallen asleep with the mugs spilt over the table and their faces buried in their arms. It was finally quiet, the little girls started to clean up the mess.
A tall, beautiful, black haired woman stepped out from the kitchen.
"Isabel." She said looking towards the oldest.
The girl walked over with a rag in one hand and a bucket in the other. She was tall for ten years of age, had dark black hair and, deep brown eyes. Stepping over a few soldiers who were passed out on the floor she stood in front of the woman.
"Go upstairs and get some sleep, papa and I will clean up the rest."
"Okay, mama." Isabel said rushing upstairs into her room.
The woman who was their mother walked up behind the youngest of the daughters and tapped her on the shoulder. The woman started to make hand signs and she followed her oldest sister upstairs. Though she was only six she had been raised in a warzone, her hearing had been lost due to severe head trauma. Both sisters had fallen asleep and all was peaceful and quiet. Once the clock struck midnight the sound of sirens and explosions off in the distances woke the eldest sister up.
She jumped out of bed, shook her sister awake and they ran downstairs. Their parents were already standing at the foot of the staircase. All the soldiers who had been passed out were gone, off to fight in a battle that could decide the war. The father who scooped the girls into his arms, he was a big man, short black hair, and a mustache. They ran out into the streets to find them deserted, everyone must have already made it to the safety of the church.
The father led the way, weaving in and out of deserted streets. Around almost every corner was a squad of allied forces who barked at the family to get to the church. The father took on turn though and ran straight into a small group of Germans. Without a moment's hesitation, he handed the children over to the mother and started to beat down on the closest German.
"RUN!" He yelled grabbing a pistol out of his boot and shooting a German who was closing in on them.
The mother grabbed her children by the hands and ran into a tunnel that was hidden from sight.
"Stay here, mama's going to go and get papa." She said in a soothing voice.
The youngest sister was crying and Isabel didn't know what to do. She didn't know sign language so she couldn't talk to her. Then a thought hit her, "maybe she could read lips, she's been deaf for four years maybe it's possible."
"Petra, it's going to be fine mama, and papa, are just making sure papa didn't hurt those men too badly."
Petra held onto Isabel's hand and they both peaked their heads out around the corner of the tunnel. The parents were gone as were the Germans, what were they to do? They didn't know what to do now that their parents were gone. Instead of making matters worse Isabel decided to wait it out inside the tunnel. After a few hours of Bombs dropping and gunshots being fired, a soldier who looked like he was barely eighteen poked his head into the tunnel.
"Ma'am, sir, I think I found your children." Then their mother rushed in and braced them in a hug.
"You did good work soldier." The father said patting the young soldier on the back.
"Anything for you captain." He said saluting their dad, who saluted back and picked the children up in his arms.
"Sorry you had to see all that guys, papa will buy you both ice cream when this is all over."
The children cheered and started to shake with excitement. Shortly after that battle, the allied forces had won the war and Adolf Hitler had committed suicide. Peace was restored to the world, for a short while.