When the War began, there was no conflict.

When the war began, there was no conflict, just a silent invasion, creeping in bit by bit. Only now that we have lost do we fight, our King was assassinated. He left us, leaving his loyal subjects unprotected from the virus. Many caught it, never to come around, some did, some saw it's beauty and let it take them, before realizing that beauty was a lie, and some, some stayed strong and fought, and they still fight for FREEDOM! This is the Land of Movellas, or should I say Erotica?

We are slaves to an empire, where safe is a word used only by citizens, the outcasts will fight, for as long as it takes, because the rebels will restore the Land to Movellas and they will make it powerful once again!

I hope you like this book, it's suppose to portray what Movellas was and what it is now. It's a kind of fun story, follow the hero's. (They may or may not be real people from Movellas)

Thank's for reading!

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2. Chapter 1

We were foolish, it is a fact, to think that the threat of the Fan-Fiction genre was little to none? Our King made an honest mistake, but some mistakes kill, and this one killed him, stone dead. He figured if I introduce a place where people can admit there darkest thoughts of there bromances.

 

No harm done, until it caught 'the virus', it expanded through all the areas, dirtying it, killing it's wonderful words, those libraries that didn't die with Movellasland are now echo's of the past, old books covered in dust, abandoned by many, it's pages rarely opened, they don't feel the pleasure of there spines cracking as the pages fly by in a blur of excitement.

 

The libraries died first, as everything transferred onto the E-world, a place boarding with Movellasland, it was a cyber space country, you never enter cyber space, unless you wish to, but the land was lined in Kindles instead of libraries, iPad's, iPhones and iPods, anything you could think of electronically.

 

The great computer uploaded all the movellas to cyber space, very few stayed on display in the dying libraries, and the books were coated in dust, I walked down into adventure, the nettles that had only weeks before hurt me now lay shriveled and dying. I sighed going to find the library with the movella, Bullet Proof. I prayed it still stood tall in it's library, but the library and the the novella was gone, taken by the virus.

 

I took a notebook from my back pocket and scribbled 2011, the year the virus came. This was the 2011 library I had not found, another one taken I sighed to myself. You would too, I lost one of my inspirations, a source of hope, another had died.

 

I had been like this for a year now, counting the deceased libraries, never crossing the boarder into cyber space, I thought all was lost until I found the Revolution. I saw the Movellas crest fly high above the houses, waving in the wind, proud and tall, I saw girls, boys men and woman alike working with multicolored quills, golden and silver nibs shining in the candle light.

 

Like the old times. They took me in, showed me the ways of the revolution, now I stand high, now I dare spit on the statue of the five men, One Direction.

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