Falling Through Time: Basking in Firelight: Book 2

In the Flames

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AN

Welcome back to the Falling Through Time Series!

Basking in Firelight

This starts out many years after the very end of Basking in Candlelight. As in, everyone is out of college and you'll find out where all the characters are.

If you have no idea what I'm saying whatsoever, GO READ THE FIRST ONE

The the third book: Basking in Starlight is published but don't get ahead of yourself. Don't accidentally start it thinking you've reached the end of this one. It's going through maintenance so I'm publishing chapters as they're ready. I'll let you know when the story is over.

Enjoy!!!

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Warnings: Mentions of a dead guy. I actually think there's no cussing in this chapter?? There might be, but I don't think there is. That's strange. Probably won't happen again, so witness this miracle that is a clean chapter.

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You never read that book

Read that book

-keep going

-this nation needs you

Mon amour

Mon coeur

Mon Alexandre

Hamilton's eyes snapped open.

The room was black, not even the ceiling could be seen, but that was normal. He rolled over and met the blinding glare of his alarm clock, blinking away the blurriness until he could actually read the large numbers. 5:45 am. Hamilton groaned, he slept in.

Rubbing his hands against his face, he could feel the prickle of his facial hair. He needed to trim it up. Hamilton threw back the covers and launched from his bed, starting the day off as he always did, as fast as possible.

He dressed practically, ready for anything, whether it be getting stranded or having to give an on the spot speech, which was known to happen to him.

Anything could happen.

These days, stepping outside your door was a risk, especially if your name was known, or worse yet, your beliefs. Mobs had a lot of fun with people who's ideals didn't align with their own. Having your name and opinions known was almost a death sentence these days. Hamilton had both. Most people knew his name from the pamphlets he always published. Sure, he wrote under pseudonyms, but there were always people who could figure out who you were just by the style of writing.

He hated those people.

The nation was in a rocky place. The slightest thing could send them back into the collapse they just came out of. Civil war is not a pretty thing.

Somehow, Hamilton survived to see the majority of the fighting come to an end. But there was still the matter of rebuilding. Everything the nation had been built on, the virtues, the morals, the rights, all of it, had been washed away. They no longer had any foundation, they had to start over.

It reminded Hamilton strongly of the American Revolution. A group of people grew into a mass, into a population, into a nation that fought for everything they had now, or at least, had several years ago. It was all gone now.

Hamilton planned on building it back up and nowhere near what it had once been. Better. Stronger. More unified. The government needed a strong central  power. Too much power to the people and everything would fall apart. Start the whole mess all over again.