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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6. Chapter 5

We all looked a Myrah suspiciously, as we put on our hoodies, Myrah broke the some what awkward silence by asking "Is anyone else starving?" Expect someone to be hungry at a time like this!

Everyone nodded, "We'll go to the lunch court after we checked out the libraries, okay?" I said sternly.

"Fine Mels, whatever you say!" Myrah said, contented

As we were walking towards the Sci-Fi area we saw a Directioner patrol (or law enforcers as they're called.) Shire gasped.

"Here goes nothing," I said as I began mumbling, "A jet black rugger revolver with a poisonous Plexiglas bullet dipped in copper for extra strength." After I had finished my descriptive sentence, I saw the black revolver materialize in my hand. "Shame I have such dreadful aim!" I muttered.

"Yeah?" Myrah said. I nodded, she grabbed the gun from my open hand and she ran out into the glitching green bridge, "Over here you scum bag!" she shouted loudly. The checker spun around on his scuffed trainer, she gasped, instantly shocked.

"Mirlotta! Where have you been? The Academy have been searching for you for days!"

Myrah turned her face to the floor, colour flooding to her normally pale cheeks.

"Myrah?" Shire, confused, turned to face her ally.

"Um... Hey Scott..."

"Scott?" The stubborn rebel on Myrah's left creased her face, struggling to make logic of the queer situation.

"Scott, this is... Shire. The rebel we were searching for."

Scott quirked his jagged eyebrow in disbelief. "We should kill her now. Or better... turn her.."

Myrah caught her breath, frightened. "No! No... She's ah... this traitor's switched sides already. She's enrolling at the Academy."

At this note, Scott's plush lips turned upwards, smirking seductively at the helpless Shire before him. I glared at Mirlotta. "What are you doing?" I hissed, instantly furious.

"A- and this one has been pardoned. Go. Run." Mirlotta's eyes begged apology, yet in my heart I was sure she'd betrayed us. She'd been part of the Directioner's army the entire time! My vision blurred in my hatred of the girl who  was pleading before me.

I spat at the ground at her traitorous feet.

There.

That showed her.

Traitor.

Or was she?

 

 

 

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