War ignited and burned as a wildfire across countries. My mother and father thought they could shield me despite so many nations falling to oppression and cruelty. We fled to another country, but the persecution still followed - all the way to the doorstep we took refuge. Shattered was the stillness of night as troops bombarded us. All were taken but me. I wait in a secret shelter; hoping for the return of my parents. Though weak in stature, I am strong in spirit. With the enemy closing around me, I made a discovery. A box, surrounded by a crate; marked only with a star. What rests inside may be my only chance to survive this ordeal...if only I am brave enough to embrace its power - and own the consequences. --------------------------------------------- This work is "draft zero" which is what I call my feverishly-rushed first drafts. If you wish to point out typos or phrases which do not make sense, I will either dedicate a chapter to you or make sure you are mentioned at the end of the chapter. Rest assured, this is a COMPLETE novel. If you want to read the next chapter here, ask and I'll add it. How much more "on demand" can you get? If you want to spread the word, please use #Cellar as a tag.