• "Beautiful," Elizebeth whispered under her breath, as she stared at the ivory colored full moon that hung in the sky. She watched the water of the lake glisten like a thousand twinkling stars.
    "A grand night, isn't it?" The voice behind her startled her and she dropped the unlit lantern she carried. She turned around to see a tall man with short brown hair and broad shoulders.
    "I'm sorry," Thomas apologized quickly, "I didn't mean to frighten you. Here let me get that for you." He picked up the lantern she had blown out earlier, seeing that there was no reason for it because of the moonlight.
    "Thank you," she said as she took the lantern he handed her, "I wasn't frightened. I was just surprised."
    "Of course," he said with a grin, "What are you doing all by your self at this time?"
    "I'm not alone, at least not anymore," she told him as she looked into his dark, beautiful eyes. She hugged him wondering what was she going to do when he left her to go fight in the war. What if he got hurt? What if he didn't come back? These thoughts brought tears to her eyes.
    "Hush now," he whispered drying her tears, "Don't worry. No harm will come to me. I will go, fight for our freedom, and come back unharmed."
    "Please don't go, Thomas. I wish you would stay here. Safe and away from danger."
    "I promis you I will come back, if you promis me this," he said calmly. She looked up at him curious and waiting. "Promis me that you will wait for me."
    "I will," Elizebeth promised quickly.
    "I have one more thing to ask of you before I go."
    "Anything," she whispered.
    Thomas bent down on his knee and took her hand. "Elizebeth Valorie, may I have your hand in marrage?"
    Her breath was taken away and she could not speak. Finally she regained her breath back and she was able to speak. "I do!"