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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19. Chapter 18

(*Mina's POV*)

My eyes skimmed over the piles of bricks here, there and everywhere. What could have caused this anyway? Nothing much smaller than the super-weapon but that would have completely obliterated everything in sight

How could I get a better view?

My feet suddenly took off towards the nearest building. I stopped in front of it, trying to see the best way to get as high up as possible

"Hey Mina! What are you doing!" I heard a cry from Myrah, who came running up "Are you going to try climbing up that?"

"Why?"

"Does it look safe to you?"

Before I could reply, Rusty cut in:

"Where's LMH? I can't see her behind us"

I swung round, but couldn't see her either. We hadn't been walking for more than two minutes after she left to deal with our follower. Surely she should be back by now?

"Come on" Myrah told us, already making her way back, a gun held in front of her. Rusty and I slowly followed, wondering what exactly was going on. It wasn't long before we heard shouts and cries. Enforcers! The once-cautious pacing of my feet sped up into a sprint; my head swivelled left and right as I tried to figure out where they were.

Suddenly, one of them was thrown out from the remains of a library. Unconscious, he landed a foot away from me. Then I saw them.

"LMH!" I yelled, rushing over to where she was fighting three men that surrounded her. Two, hearing my voice, turned their attention away from her towards me. Big mistake.

The first fell dead with a knife speared through his head, right into the second who fell over into the rubble. She kicked him then shot his stomach. But the third was harder to deal with- he ducked bullets and dodged her punches easily. Too easily almost. Then his face turned and I could finally see who it was. I gasped, shocked.

 

Monarch Payne.

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