The Prince & His Revolution

Prologue

India sluggishly blinked open her eyes, taking in her surroundings. She stood up trying to figure out where in the world she was, and attempted to recall what had happened moments before. Suddenly her memories came to her in a rush, leaving her reeling. She was in a vision after an overuse of her ability.

She started to pay more attention to her surroundings, wondering if this was the future or the past? Soon she came across a woman kneeling in pain, with her facial features all blurred. India tried to talk to the woman, only to be met with grunts of pain and sharp gasps of air. As she walked away, she realized this was the future.

India walked away feeling satisfied with at least one answer. As she walked around she found a ripped piece of cloth. She peered at it, recognizing America's uniform.

"Shit! What the fuck did he get into now!" India exclaimed out loud. As she frantically walked around calling his name, "Your highness, where are you?" she stumbled upon a cell. India ran in hoping she'd find the prince, only to be met with another somewhat recognizable face. "Bangladesh, is that you?!" she screamed, recognizing her sister's deep red dress. Bangladesh had been chained to a wall and gagged. India dashed to her, trying to find a way to break the lock, but the fact that this was in the future completely slipping her mind. Suddenly, she heard a thud, indicating that someone new arrived. The last thing she saw before blacking out again was a kitsune mask.

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"Bangladesh!" India screamed, waking up in cold sweat. She sleepily glanced at the clock, before opening her eyes, as she frantically got out of bed. "Shit! I need to wake the prince!" She changed at a god-like speed and raced out the door, her dream slowly slipping off her mind.

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NOTES--

hii this is my first fic so constructive criticism is appreciated since the only other person i get advice from is my beta reader/editor and she bullies me :( but is ok cuz i abuse her/hj

Hope u enjoyed:)