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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4. Chapter 3

There was a soft yet panicked hammering on the front door, I crept forward with my dagger grasped in my hand, I opened the oak door and poked my head out. I looked down and saw a small girl. "I believe this is the revolution, is it not?" I nodded. "Okay then, can you let me in? Some psycho is chasing me because I said I don't like Monarch Styles!" I opened the door a bit wider, letting her squeeze through the gap. I slammed the door behind me and walked in. "So, who are you?" I asked quizzically. The girl smiled shaking my hand, at least she was polite. "Hmm? Oh me? I'm Mirlotta. But my friends call me Myrah," she said bluntly. She looked up, "And you?"

"I'm Mels, then there is Shire, and Mina, there's a whole bunch of others too, but they are mainly undercover."

She shrugged her shoulders, "Okay," she paused. "So where do I sleep? I do have a place?"

I laughed, "Si," I smiled. "Yeah!"

 

I showed Myrah through the dying libraries, this was the beauty of movellas when I was young, now all is lost. "Its so peaceful," Myrah commented. I smiled, knowing that she would probably never see this library again made me once again monotonous. "This was how movellas thrived, with quills of supposedly undying power leading the way." I looked around the dusty books, this was Little Miss Nightlock's library, and it was falling to pieces.

 

Lost, it will soon be lost.

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