From The Other Side

Legend says that when you meet your soulmate neither you or they can hurt each other whether it be physical or emotional, intentional or an accident. People I've met, that have their soulmates, say the same. I don't think that's true, why? Because, there is a war going on, and people fight in wars. The queen of England and the President of the U.S. Had an argument and their countries are now at war. I'm from America if you're wondering, but right now I'm in England, on a mission. I am to get information on England's next move on us. The Queen and her generals are supposed to be having a meeting right now, and I am supposed to be in her office but there is a guard at the office door. Just one guard? That will be easy. I walk out into the open clearly in his sight, he quickly got into a fighting stance. I examine him briefly, he isn't wearing a helmet like the rest of the guards. His hair is a messy looking brown mop, he is young I would say around 18 or 19, close to my age, he has hazel eyes but if you were to look at them right you would see a honey glow in them. His face is in a scrunched up snarl looking on the border of fear and the readiness to fight. His body stance is quite sloppy, his feet and legs are in the wrong position, he is holding his dagger wrong and he's too tense for fighting. Did they even train him? I almost feel bad for fighting him. When I meet back with his eyes he looked deep into mine and both of us relaxed, like the war wasn't even going on, like our countries liked each other, like there was a chance for us to be friends. We both shook out of that daze surprised at our own behaviors and focused on our opponent. He came running towards me blade at the ready, I was prepared to dodge at the last second, but right before I did his dagger swerved to the side. I stood there confused. He tried to stab me again, I was curious my self so I didn't move but I was prepared to, as he moved the blade toward me, it again moved away from me. He tried multiple times, and again and again, it wouldn't hit me. He looked at the dagger in confusion, he then handed it to me and said with a childlike voice “try it with me.” So I did, I tried to stab him one, two, three times. I kept swinging my arm back and forth, I even tried to punch him a few times, but to no avail, he is unharmed. “how?” I asked deliberately to him. “I Don't know,” he said hesitantly. “Yes you do, what are you doing? What is going on?!” I jerk him by his shirt towards my face. “I'm not doing anything!” he told me while trying to free himself from my grip. “Then what is happening? And why is it happening? Tell me.” I shake him by his shirt demanding to know what was going on. “I don't uh, know exactly what's happening, but like I think I have an idea.” he stuttered. “then tell me.” I try to slam him against the wall but some weird force slows me down and gently presses him to the wall. “Right um, tell you what I think, about my idea, that is.” He keeps stuttering as if he were nervous. I can't imagine why. “Well?” I was growing impatient. “Well, what?” He asked confused, “Well what is your idea?!” I was getting annoyed now. “Oh! Right. My idea, okay um, yes. Right. What I was thinking about that thing that happened when we were trying to fight is that we are um, soulmates.” I loosen my grip on his shirt in shock, he slips away from me. Soulmates? I thought that was just a myth. And with him of all people! But we're in the middle of a war! There is no time for love or soulmates! And we're on opposite sides of the war! I stand there with a look of confusion on my face. After a few second he shares the look. “What were you here to do?” he questioned. “what?” I asked dazedly. “you are obviously a spy.” he acknowledged. “and spies are sent to places to either get something or learn something, so which one are you trying to do?” I look at him like he was stupid. Why in the world would I ever tell him that? “I was to get information on the Queens next move.” I gasped and covered my mouth. Why did I say that?! Now he's going to tell the Queen about me and ruin everything! “Wow, I didn't think that would work.” he prompts with a half smile. “ how did you do that?” I sneered at him. “Do what?” his faced dropped. “how did you make me say the truth?” I demanded. “You don't know about the legend, do you?” his half smiled returned. “You don't think it's real.” He chuckled. “Well, of course, I don't think it's real. It's a worthless myth, a stupid story.” I said more or less trying to convince myself. “How else would you explain this?” He stepped closer to me but still keeping his space. I think about what he said, and the only thing I can say is “why?” “what?” He stepped closer than before. “Why us? Why meet here, in the middle of a war? Why you? Why me? How is this supposed to work out? We are on opposite sides of a war, this should never happen.” he tries to edge closer to me, but I grab his hand and whip him around and flip him to the ground. Of course, it doesn't hurt him, but it gives me time to run into the office and grab whatever files on the war I can, stuff them in my bag and run out. I look back at him, the poor boy in awe, and yell out: “tomorrow, big Ben, tea time.” and ran out of the palace. Luckily I was not caught. I went back to an old, remote motel, pay for my key, and head up toward my room. It wasn't anything special, a bed, a bathroom, and a fridge, just the essentials. I drop my bag and free fall down onto the bed. What am I going to do? This all seems so reckless, disturbing, and not even true. There is no way this is going to work; this isn't even supposed to work. I don't even know why I told him to meet me tomorrow. Maybe I could stand him up? No, the poor man just found his soulmate, the least I could do is meet him properly; Even I'm a little curious about him. Wait, what am I going to do? Should I bring food or will he do that? what about actual tea? I mean it is tea time so maybe, I wonder if he drinks tea at teatime? I don't know he seemed more of a coffee person. Wait, what if he stands me up? What if he doesn't like me? What if we fall in love? Then what happens? Is there some kind of law that helps in these kinds of situations? Or do I have to figure it out by myself? Do I move here with him? Or do I stay in America? Is he supposed to move? I continue with my thought as I drift to restless sleep.