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It is Monday, May 20th in the year 1861. Last week President Lincoln had declared war on the southern states and as much as I dont want to be working for the south side, I am.
My name is Raven Woods and i am the first female doctor on the south's borders. I came from a little town called Miracle Grove. Not much of a miracle working town though. My parents owned a plantation not far from town and i often visited the doctor's office. He always told me that a woman would never become a doctor and would always be resigned to being nurses.
I didn't believe him and i promised him that i would become a doctor if he taught me in secret. He agreed and I learned quickly. As soons as I turned 17, i went off to attend college. It took alot of convincing, but they finally let me take an exam to test my knowledge in that arena. When they found that i had aced the test with a perfect score (which by the way was almost impossible) they allowed me in. They agreed to help me pay for it, while in my spare time I had a job at the local doctors office. The college helped me with that job and I was payed well.
It was hard to fit in with the men since they always teased and criticized me, but nevertheless i made it through. I went for six years and finally graduated with the highest diploma i could get. Soon after graduating however, a man came to my door and asked for me in the front line battlefield.
It was an amazing oppritunity that i gladly accepted. So now im here and many men come in everyday. Yet no one knows that there are also supernatural beings here as well. Not only am i a doctor, but i am also a shapeshifter. This is where one chapter begins and another will end.
Who else will join me here?

Jonathan had taken a bullet to the leg, but kept running. He would not give up easily, he staved one of the soldiers with his bayonet. He tree the soldier away as another one staved him in the back. Jonathan fell to the floor. He was too week to go on battling, and he was out cold .

Raven wiped sweat from her forehead as she sewed a man's leg up. He had one nasty, deep gash from his knee to his ankle and she had just got it to stop bleeding.
A man had come upon a boy passed out in the field and he carried him into the medical tent.
"Mam?" the man asked Raven.
Raven pointed to a table next to the one she was working on and just finished up sewing up the man's leg.
"My name is Jack and i found this boy passed out in the field. He has been stabbed in the back and shot in the leg," Jack explained as he put the boy on the table.
Raven waved him off the boy and cut off his shirt. Taking some water, she poured it over the wound slowly then dabbed the blood away.
"Go back to the field. See who else you can help," Raven ordered Jack.
Jack nodded and left, leaving Raven, the boy, and the other injured man. All the other medics were in the other tents or helping people out in the field. Raven hated to be crowded while she was working.
Taking a needle and thread, she sewed up the stab wound then covered it up with some medicine soaked into the bandage.
Then moving to the bullet wound, she cut it open more and dug around for the needle before removing it. Bounding th wound so it wouldnt bleed any more, she sighed and washed her hands clean of blood.

Jonathan woke at the stinging pain on his back. He looked around and sw he was in the infirmary." damn I see I wasn't lucky enough to die"

"Count yourself lucky," Raven snapped back. "Life is not something you throw away," she added.
Another man had come in with a bayonet wound to the chest and she was leaning over him with a cloth to his chest. Right now she needed to stop the bleeding and by putting pressure it was slowing and soon came to a halt.
Raven glanced at the boy then bound it up with a little difficulty.
"Dont move or you will reopen your wounds," Raven ordered and washed her hands off again.
The battle that had taken place here had just ended not long before the boy woke up. The south had won this one, but there were many others taking place all over.

Jonathan looked at her " I'd rather die than live another thousand years in this world" he stood up and put on his jacket

"Live another thousand years here? Whats that supposed to mean? No one lives that long. Or do you just hate it here?" Raven asked confused.
She blocked the entrance from the tent though.

" move aside." Jonathan looked at her with rage

"Cant do that sir. It's my job to save lives and im not one to let you go kill yourself," Raven replied with a shrug.
She looked at him with seriousness and his rage didnt scare her.

" I don't care about your job." he growled" now move .aside."

"Well too bad. Im not going anywhere," Raven replied. She kept her position in the entrance.

Jonathan growled and flashed himself behind her . He shrugged off the pain on his back . " I don't know why you help them. But I sure as hell know they don't deserve it" he wispered into her ear before walking away

Raven growled and ran after him. "What kind of creature are you?" she asked.
Jack walked by carrying another man. "Ms. Raven?" he asked.
Raven motioned for him to take the boy to a different tent.

Without turning he answered " I'm a wolf-were."

"A werewolf, huh?" Raven said then stopped following him.
"Why are fighting for them if you dont care for them?" she called after him.

" I'm here to pay a debt"

"To whom?" Raven asked.
Looking back at the her tent, she saw anothe wounded man being carried in. She wanted to know more but she had people she had to tent to. Slowly, she backed towards her tent but as slow as she could go. She wanted to hear his answer.

" go do your job. They need you." he turned around and looked at her eyes " I'll still be here"

Raven hesitated then turned and ran back to her tent. A man had been shot two or three times and she had to cut open the bullet wounds more in order to dig out the bullets. A few other doctors had come in to see if she needed help, but hse hated the way they treated her just because she was a woman. Raven ran them off like she did everyone else. That was one thing she couldnt stand: being crowded.

Jonathan walked about in the battle field. So much death had brought back memories that had been locked up for years. He looked towards the tent and sighed.