Chapter One: It's truly strange
It's a strange thing. The end of the world. Of capitalism. Of individuality. But what is stranger is the way it happened. And of course I know everything about it; I was there. Yet I don't know what was going on in her mind as it happened. And that kills me. What did the image of forcing everything anyone knew out of their throats and to be soaked as history.
The painting of armies and troops of men and women as they trampled through the states of America to Mexico and Canada. The art of her from the distance as she took over Texas, New York, Washington DC, and other major cities out. The photo of the state of absolutism and terror. A black and white picture of revolution.I wish I knew how it looked before maybe I could of stopped it. But how could I? Our Padre taught her well in the military and how to be an absolute leader. Though he probably never thought she would act upon it. None of us did.
But there she was. My only sister ,Elizabeth Annabelle Princeton, the next leader of the world with her right hand man Jerome at her side. It's a tough thought to think but even if I tried to defeat her I don't think I could. Not with a ragtag band of survivors I couldn't. And that's the saddest yet most infuriating thing to think about at while I'm awake at night. That “ I could have stopped this but I didn't.” kind of thought and the guilt that comes with it. But it's too late now she has already taken all of South and North America and Eastern Europe. It's truly strange how the world ends.
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The Elizabethan Era: Blood And Iron
General FictionWhen we were younger we had dreams. Ambitions, goals to succeed. And as we grew so did our reformation of ideals and trust. We gained an army of supporters and people to fight for. We grew stronger, smarter, and more ambitious than anyone ever thoug...
