PROLOGUE. (or ZELLER'S BIG SURPRISE!)

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Ah yes, the Nonnberg. Austria. Nothing was better to the shaggy-haired blonde than seeing his wonderful country thrive. Looking out his rather large window from his own home, Inhaling a tad before hearing a small knock at the door. The man wasn't fond of door-knocks, not anymore atleast. "What is it that you need?" he inquired turning his head from the wonderful country he calls his home to look in the direction of an oak door that probably needed to be replaced.

"Um, hello? Herr... Zeller?" the voice was that of a young boy. He didn't sound a day past twelve. Turning around the one named Zeller motioned toward the door (not without picking up his pistol of course) he held the pistol behind his back as he cautiously opened up the oak door he should probably replace. For it creaked. What the man, this Herr Zeller, saw before him was a tall &&. skinny boy. He didn't look a day past fifteen. (Better than twelve, right?).

The boy smiled as he held Zeller's mail out to him. "Hello sir! Here is today's mail!" Herr Zeller arched an eyebrow as he oh so carefully slipped his pistol into his robe-pocket and he reached his free hand towards the mail to retrieve it from the other's hand. "What's your name, boy?" he asked grabbing the mail and also slipping it into his pocket.

Not even flinching from the sight of the pistol Herr Zeller had (oh so obviously) within his grasp, the boy continued to smile this... Odd &&. plastered on smile. "I'm the new delivery boy for the Nonnberg, sir! My name is Rolf, sir! Nice to be of service!" his voice was also seemingly too happy for its own good. Maybe he was being forced into this? That thought soon went away though, for the boy had began walking away. Shrugging &&. closing the door Herr Zeller had sat down at his dining table looking through the "mail" he probably he shouldn't of received. He is amongst one of the only residence of the Nonnberg that does not receive mail... On the regular anyhow... Unless it was for something of utter importance.

Searching through the mail pile Herr Zeller had seen something that truly shocked him. A completely black envelope with nothing written on it. Was it... No, it couldn't be! He quickly ripped opened the letter reading the contents that initially saids:

"JOIN THE THIRD REICH OR BE EXECUTED."

Reaching into his robe pocket for the pistol he had within the confines of it, he held it close to his brains... A cold sweat ran down his forehead. He squeezed his eyes closed. His body trembled. Why? Because the answer is quite simple...

HITLER AND HIS PEOPLE WERE EVIL.

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 18, 2017 ⏰

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