The Crusades Trilogy

The choosing ceremony.

I wake up with a start. I had just had a dream that I was picked at the choosing ceremony for the war. Conner was there also. I had just watched him get shot down by the Evenks. They are a group in Siberia. They speak Tungusic. They once were a peaceful group that never caused trouble, but I don't know what changed about them. The President Kylie Wilson just declared war against them. The beginning of World War III is starting. They just killed her husband, and it was a bloody, long, painful death that he suffered. The Evenks videotaped the whole thing and put it where everyone would be able to see. They shipped it to one of the Evenks in hiding here in the White House, and they put the hologram video of them killing him on every tv and billboard and jumbotron in America.

The killing lasted forty-five minutes. They dragged it out. He was repeatedly stabbed in places that were not too fatal to where he would die instantly. He was put on a stretching board and stretched as far as he could. The man that was doing this laughed in pleasure and in enjoyment. He was in a mask. He must be the leader. The leader of the Evenks always wears a mask with lighting bolt across the left eye.. He drags the First Man over to the electric chair and asks him questions.

"What is your wife's name?"

"Kylie Wilson."

He would then shock him.

"What did you do that for? I told you the truth."

"I don't care."

He shocks him again for the fun of it.

"Who were you kidnapped by?"

"The Evenks!"

He shocks him again. The torture went on, but it got worse; I would rather not think about it anymore. We have been fighting with them for as long as I can remember. The Russians have teamed up with them. So, have the Germans. Bulgaria, Hungary, Austria, Slovakia, and Luxembourg have all also sided with them. If the ISIS leaders were still alive, they probably would have teamed up with them at some point in time because they hated us also. The ISIS leaders were all killed by the Evenks. ISIS suggested that they come together, but the Evenks declined the offer. The leader's wife was apparently taken hostage until the Evenks accepted the offer. The Evenks leader came in in "surrender" and "accepted" the offer and then the surprise attack came on. All-of the leaders were beheaded.

Poland, France, the United Kingdom, Canada, Ireland, Sweden, Finland, Spain, Italy, and parts of Africa have all teamed up with us to help stop the Evenks cruel, unorthodox, and unnecessary violence.

I get up from my bed and walk over to the mirror. I stare at my dark brown, medium-length hair. I glance at my lips, eyes, nose, and cheeks. I then look at all of the pictures taped to the mirror. There is a picture of my mom who died two years ago in an explosion. There is a picture of my dad who was killed by the Evenks. There is a picture of my brother who was kidnapped when he was twelve. There is also a picture of my little sister who is thankfully still alive and my best friend Connor.

We have been friends forever. My little sister has had it rough. She has watched everyone she loves die. We both have a burning hatred for the Evenks. They have ruined everything that is good. My sister is 16 and I am 19. We do everything together. I brush my hair. After it is smooth, I strip down out of my pajamas. I put on my daily outfit. I put on a red T-shirt, my faded black jeans, my black-ish, grayish combat boots. I put on my red cape that flows all the way to the floor. I get out the milk pail and tiptoe out of my room and down the stairs. I make sure not to wake my sister. I get outside and go to the barn. I ran out of milk, and I need to milk ClaraBell. Alyssa, my sister, decided to name her that when she was five.

I walk in the barn and the horses get up and move in their stalls. ClaraBell slowly stands. The chickens cluck and move around knowing what I want from them. They go over to the baskets where their eggs laid. They try to hide the eggs. I go over to the horses. My horse is dark brown with a white star shape on her forehead. Her name is America. Alyssa's horse is named Autumn because she is an amber colored horse like the autumn leaves. I pet America and Autumn. I get their buckets out of the closet and fill their buckets with food. I dump it into their troughs. They eat up. I spread the chicken feed on the floor, and they hurry over to it and eat the food. I sneak past them and to the baskets where the eggs laid. I grab one by one and place them in my capes pocket.