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!


11. Chapter 10

(*LMH's POV*)

How can she show us?  I asked myself questionably. If she was an agent, like she claimed, she would know that they had been out for the count for years!

"How?" I demanded out loud "It's not just virtually, but actually literally impossible!" Unless... I thought hard, trying to come up with something only Sera knew. I'd barely worked with anyone else but her on most missions, but was there something I could get from that?

"You'd think that wouldn't you Ms, but some of us are still alive, dying, but still alive!" she bit back.

"If you know me so well, what was, and has always been my weakness?" I smirked. Only an agent would actually know, if this 'Myrah' and Sera were really the same person then she would answer correctly.

She sighed, "Overkill," she said, "You have a thing for overkill."

I was gobsmacked, "But, how? It's not possible!"

"Oh please Hollywood! You already ignoring our motto?" she laughed.

I opened my eyes widely, "No! You did NOT just say that!"

"I did just say that, actually!" Myrah hissed back

"Keep your voices down" Shire interrupted "If you didn't notice this library is in the middle of a street full of work offices, I did"


Shire shrieked as the door was knocked flying off its hinges into one of the large wooden bookcases, leaving a large dent as it did so. Most of the books fell onto the floor at the impact. The next thing I knew I was being hauled behind another by Myrah. I pulled her hand off the back of my clothes and shoved her back. Whatever she said, I still didn't trust her. Not that I wouldn't have liked Seraphina to be alive, but it was just impossible.

"Stop it" Shire whispered hurriedly from were she was peering around the edge of the bookcase "There are more important things to deal with"

"Like what?" I asked. She moved back and I took her position to see enforcers pouring in like drops of water, most were holding guns and the ones that weren't had one in a holster by their side.

"As you all know" one of them started to declare, I suppose he was the leader " As you know we just lost many friends and defenders of our great country to rebel scum..."

All nodded their heads; some looked upset by this but most were angry

"Well" the male enforcer continued "Now is the time they feel our- pain! Too long have they pretended in their little fantasies that this stack of old papers is worth fighting against us for. Tear everything down! Leave none of these- these pieces of scrap..." he grabbed one of the books "intact. Understand?"

Shire let out a horrified gasp at hearing this. Her hand moved to cover her mouth, but it was too late. They'd heard.

I ducked my head back in before someone spotted me as the leader yelled

"Who's there? Show yourself, rebel filth and we might kill you with mercy"

Shire's eyes narrowed and her hand moved to her side as she grabbed the long knife she'd thread through her belt. The only arms I had on me was a single, small gun but hopefully it would be enough. Myrah was already halfway down the space in-between the tall, long bookcases holding hundreds of stories waiting to be read. At the end of the bookcases there was a small area to sit and read. I guess she was going to use the armchairs as cover. I had a better idea

"Shire" I hissed quietly "Where's the main light switch?"

She inclined her head in the direction of the directioners. I sighed and crept back to see if I could find it. They were quickly checking every aisle for us, but none were looking my way yet. Then my eyes fell upon the switch. I raised my gun and aimed. I only had one shot; if I missed I didn't doubt I would give away our position. I shot and ducked back into the aisle, not waiting to see if it had worked. Then the lights went out.

There was the tiniest glow in the room left from gaps in the thick curtains, but I could see well in the dark. The cries of the enforcers, mixed with those of Shire and Myrah, rang out as I ran out towards them. I bumped into a chair in my haste and mentally cursed. How long I had before someone found the switch, therefore possibly being able to turn them on, I didn't know. Soon I could see them almost right in front of me, some were standing still; most were groping around in the dark. I made my way past them into the parts of the library they'd already checked. I'd only just reached it when the lights came on.

At first I blinked wildly as my eyes tried to become accustomed to the light. Then I carefully took hold of one of the shelves and began to pull myself up, trying to scale the bookshelf without knocking it over or making much noise.

"Have the rebels escaped?" the leader was asking desperately "Check! No, not those, you've already looked. Go towards the far end!"

I pulled myself slowly up onto the top of the shelf and pointed my gun at his head.

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