The commoners didn't have the same resources we did and they had nobody fighting for what they wanted or needed. I would be the people's voice, I reached my hand out to place it onto my father's arm. "Dad, I know this is hard. I don't want to lose you either but we need to do this," I said to him.
My father looked around the room at all these kids that were pleading to fight for the next generation. I believe it brought my dad a sense of pride. Pride that he had run his kingdom to be full of prosperity, and that he had raised his daughter to fight for the things she believed in. I couldn't help but feel proud of myself because I was finally standing up for the things I believed in.
Islaraven had taught me the true meaning of Agra as the people of Islaraven would say. I knew I was making the right choice. My father reached out and hugged me. "Lia, are you sure about this?" I didn't know if any of us would survive this war but one thing I did know was that if everyone else was willing to try to stand up there and fight against the Erix so was I.
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The Diary Of Princess Azalia - Part One
FantasyAzalia a nineteen year old girl who has had a relatively normal life so far, start's to face some difficulty when she has to start saving up for college. Azalia does the unspeakable work for the most hated man in her city, Ben Razalia the owner of t...
