It all started when I was five years old. I remember the cold, crisp air of winter. I remember waking up to the sound of busy street bustling with black-as-night smoke and yelling people. But all that changed when the war began.
The war was waged across my hometown of Sycamore, and then Conscription began to protect the children of Sycamore. My father was Conscripted and never came back; people say he will, and that he must be getting on alright. but they only said that because I was five at the time. I, despite being five, already knew he was dead.
then I just... blacked out. Every child who had lost a father or a mother just blacked out. We awoke, with our surviving parents, in a place we later learned was called Blossomvale. I quickly made friends and we built a life there. We felt the warm, soft air of what seemed to be an everlasting spring, and woke to the sound of birds and the light rustling of the cherry blossom trees.
It was perfect. everyone had enough to eat, nothing like the rations we had during the war. Children could play safely without their parents having to bustle them into bomb shelters. The education and childcare industry took a fast adaption. We were finally safe.
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The Unspoken
Adventurethis story follows the journey of a young, eleven-year-old girl who discovers an ancient secret, about Blossomvale, her home. She and her friends discover the truth about Blossomvale, learning more and more about the secret. but is this too much to...
