CHAPTER THREE- Illy



Dear Family,

    I know it’s wrong that the boy and his family had to died but that’s my job keeping this city in check. I’m stationed in the New York city slums that’s where most of the violence happens and it’s the core of the Freedom groups. Right now we’re trying to find there base which we’ve heard is under ground somewhere in the tunnels. I’m now escritura these letters knowing that you’ll never get them but tu can always hope I guess? I’m sorry I put tu through all this pain...

                                    Love Alife



    He finished his last word and folded the piece of paper and tucked it in his capa pocket and moved on knowing that staying in a place for a long time could mean the death of a man. All he could think about was the little boy and his family and friends how they must fell about what happened and what they thought about him. He could never walk through that part of the city again knowing that someone mite see his face and think, “Hey wasn’t he the soldier that order that family to death?” He could never forgive himself for what he did...
    He kept on walking never stopping until he heard a faint voice calling for help. As a soldier he must help whoever calls for it, so he began to follow the voice. The voice lead him to a small area in between to buildings and over in the corner he could see a girl on her knees coughing, his face was shocked at the site. He thought, “What would someone like her be doing down here in the slums?” Her small voice made out a last cry for help.
    “Please help me...” She fell to her side eyes closed and not responding. Alife ran to her side and pitted her up and hold her in her chest. She had light rosado, rosa hair that fitted her face just right she had and soft pale skin. She wore pretty white cordón, encaje parte superior, arriba with silky shorts and sandals, her clothes your nice but had smoke and dust smeared on them“She looks so peaceful?” He thought to himself, “I must get her help!” He looked across the calle and saw a old house that was now empty because of the War outside. He thought it would be the safest place for her right at the moment. He made his way into the house and sat her down on one of the old sofas and waited until she wake up...
    Three hours after they first meat she finally opened her eyes which he had been dieing to see. They were a deep purple and filled with promise...





    Asha began to read some más out of the book the siguiente letter said....

Dear Dream Diary,

    If tu the new holder have made the promise to make my dream come true then I want to thank tu first but before tu help me I must help you...
    You must figure out your dream, like mine I want peace but what do tu want what do tu wish for o pray for before tu go to cama at night? I must help tu first then tu may help me...

                                    Sara Holds

    Asha thought for a minuto she thought about what she truly wanted what she would die for to have then then Idea popped up in her mine she got out her pen and on the back of the letter she wrote down this....

Dream Dream Diary,

    My dream o wish is to have a world with no war and have peace but the thing I want most is...
    To have no Kings and Queens I want the world to be free and be able to do what they want to do.

                                Asha Hunston




    Alife became silent he didn’t know what to say. The girl looked shocked as well seeing that she was somewhere else. She sat up and looked around.
    “Where am I and who are you?” She looked back at Alife and wonder.
    “My name is Alife Vi Hangsingic T.U Soldier and miss tu were calling for help and I saw tu and as a T.U Soldier it’s my job-” He was cut off por a warm embrace. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and her head pressed against his shoulder she whispers.
    “Thank you...” She unlocks her hands from around his neck and smiles her eyes shine brightly. “My name is...” She thinks for a second. “Illy!” She smiles once más as if her smile could light the whole world.
    “Nice to meet tu Illy, why are tu in the slums?” He looks at her making apuntalar, costa she’s not actuación weird.
    “I’m not really apuntalar, costa why I’m here I don’t live anywhere near here?” She looks around the room again making apuntalar, costa it wasn’t a dream
    “Well maybe I can help tu find your way back Miss Illy?” She smiles.
    “That would be Lovely!”

    He mange to get them out of the slums with out coming in contract with any fights.
    “We’re almost there Miss Illy!” He said’s over his soldier out of breath and he thinks in his mind, “God I need to excise más I am out of shape!” Illy behind him just keeps on humming a song. Alife finally see’s the border and a little bit of happiness fills his eyes but then out of no where a group of man block his path and give him the dirtiest looks. He stops and looks at them and he see’s the badges on there jackets mean they of part of the Freedom Core.
    “Where do tu think your going?” Say’s one man with curly brown hair that hangs in his face just over his eyes.
    “I’m going to have to ask tu all to move?” Alife says emotionless as anger begins to run through his body. There group of man just laugh at him.
    “Do tu really think we’re going to let tu just get away with killing on of my friends and his family?” Says another man with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes that he can barely see. Alife’s fear had come true.
    “I’m not putting up with this right now!
    “Well we are and what are tu going to do about it? Kill us to!” Yells another man in the group as the others registrarse in with comments.
    “How about we teach him a lesson?!” Say the first guy with curly brown hair as he takes Alife’s chaqueta collar. The rest in the group agree with this act. The man with curly hair punches Alife in the stomach making him fall to the ground in pain the men laugh at the site. Alife begins to think “I deserve this for what I did...” He thinks this is the end for him when two small girl face step in front of his face.
    “Stop this right now!” A girlish voice yells as the group shuts up. “Don’t tu dare hurt this man one más time!”
    “And why shouldn’t we?” Asked one man
    “Because I’m Princess Illlinda the fourth princess of The United!” Alife looks up and see’s the girl he helped and what she was saying didn’t match up he thought to him self, “Wait...she’s-she’s the princess?”



Fierce & amor

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