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Ruined By War (Mini)

Craig's p.o.v:
War can ruin a person. I know, because it ruined me. Just three years ago the war began. Fighting went on for a year before we entered a time of peace, and I know even that won't last long.
I remember the first day the war started. I was in my apartment in L.A editing a video for YouTube when my TV suddenly turned on by itself. It was an order from King Richard to get underground, Rebels were attacking. I'd never liked King Richard, never trusted him, but I knew the punishment for disobeying. So, I moved towards my front door and put my hand on the knob. I began to open it when suddenly the door flew off of its hinges. I put up my fists, ready to fight. I was surprised to see Evan, shades over his eyes and an AK in his hand. "Mini," Evan shouted over the millions of screams filling in from outside. "Come on we gotta go!" He grabbed me by the shirt collar and dragged me through a crowd of running, screaming Los Angeles citizens. When we got outside, a rope ladder dropped from the sky. Evan let go of me and slung the AK into a holster onto his back. He began climbing up the ladder, then jerked his head at me signaling for me to follow. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I climbed up the sky ladder behind him. The ladder ended up leading to a chopper, which held Tyler, John, Brock, Brian and Scotty. Evan got in the passenger seat and told the pilot to get us out of the area.
"Evan," I yelled above the rushing wind, "what's going on? Where are the others?" I was referring to our other friends such as Nogla, Sark, Nanners. . .
"They didn't make it," Evan shouted back. "Richard got to them before I could." Richard? As in King Richard? Oh great, I'd thought, my friends with the Rebels. We flew for at least half an hour, with Evan occasionally gunning out of the window, before landing on a Helepad on top of a building. Evan hopped out, followed by me and the others. Evan marched with purpose as he lead us down a stairwell into the building.
"Evan," Brock asked, "what's happening? And what's up with you? You'd think you've been a soldier all your life."
"What's up with me isn't important right now," Evan responded. "But I will tell you what's going on. The Rebels have started fighting back. We're sick of the cruelty Richard's been using and we decided to strike. He's been tricking the people in local areas by saying we're there to kill them, when really we're there to save people. Richard's planning to kill people who aren't immediately loyal and bomb innocent towns. What he'll do after that I don't know, but I do know that we need to fight back." We reached a floor and he turned to look at us. "Will you help us?"
That's how I ended up working in a consistently moving Rebel Base with Tyler, John, Brock and Evan. Evan was the overall leader. Tyler was captain of the troupes. Brock and I devised attacks and ambushes against Richard loyalists. John was an on-the-field spy.
When we finally drove Richard from the throne, Evan became King, Tyler became Head of the Royal Guard and John became the Royal Assassin. Brock jumps between jobs, but lately he's been trying to convince Evan and Tyler to let him join the Royal Guard. And me, I'm a high honor General for the Guard. I'm there to back Tyler up and take charge when he has an overly emotional breakdown and needs to lie down for a bit. War ruined me too, just like it did John and Tyler. I have recurring nightmares, which are so bad that I take pills to keep me from sleeping. I haven't told any of my friends about the nightmares, but something tells me Evan kind of knows. My friends have their own burdens, they don't need to worry about mine.
I try to imagine what it'll be like when the fighting starts back up. I don't know if I'll make it through a second round of that torture. I don't think any of us will. However much I want to give up, though, I won't. I want to see the evil King die. I want to see the blood pump from his throat. I wasn't always like this, I used to be happy and go-lucky. War ruined that too, because you can't possibly watch children be murdered by fully grown men and find the positive side of that. It can't be done. I know I won't make it through the second wave, but I'll fight as long as I can. I told Evan I would, and I intend to keep that promise. I will defend this earth with my life. And if I'm going to go out, I'm going out blazing.