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I made my way through the small town. Pulling my black cloaks hood up, I slipped past some townsfolk and made my way towards the small shop. Walking inside, I asked the clerk for a "special package". He frowned. "Thats five marks, mister. Unless your rich, I'd get out of here before I call the guards." I pulled a small pouch out of my robe and placed five marks on the counter. He gulped and took the money. "I'll be right back with your purchase." He said quickly, making his way toward the back room. I sat and waited. I was just about to leave when he came back with a water bottle. "It's in here." He muttered under his breath, handing me the bottle. I nodded and slipped the bottle into my cloak. Back on the street,  I made my way towards a girl with choppy brown hair. "Hi Hazel." I said with a smile. She turned. Her eyes seemed to change colors as I watched, from brown to blue to green. "Hi Drake." She said, smiling back. "What brings you here?" She asked, looking around warily. I exhaled. "I had to pick up a package." A look of understanding flashed in her eyes. "Come on, Drake. Follow me." I followed Hazel into an old building. She turned and knocked on the wall. A secret door opened. She gestured for me to follow her, and inside we went. We made our way through the narrow hallway to a door at the end. We opened it and entered a vast cavern. We entered The Rebellion, a place I created for Cultists like me, ones who hate my father and what he does, people The Empire don't trust.  "Hi Prince Drake." I turned to see my close friend Jason bowing to me. He's in charge when I'm out. Which is most of the time. I sighed. "Jason, how many times have I told you?" He stood uneasily. "Don't bow to me!" I complained. Hazel laughed. "Jason, you know how much Drake hates it when people treat him like royalty. Don't do that." He sighed. "Sorry." He mumbled. I studied him. His blonde hair was swept to one side, as if he'd just woken up. He wore a dark blue hoodie, black boots, and black pants. His blue eyes looked like they've stared into the depths of hell-which he had. I grinned. "How have things been in the rebellion since I left?"



And I'm just going to leave it at that!! 

Hi guys! I figured since it's already been a week since Christmas. I'm not sure how often I'll update, my internet is out again. So don't get worried if I don't upload for a while. I will still upload often.






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