Gemma

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     "Father... Please talk to me."

" What is there to talk about.  My own daughter kissed a phantom. And in the light of the death of her fiancé."

"I never loved him. That 'phantom' as you like to call him, he's the one I love. "

     " Enough.  Tomorrow starts the war. And it's yours and that phantoms fault. "

With that he left for the training facility.  I didn't see him for the rest of the night. 

                                    ...

     I woke up the next morning to gunshots and screaming.  I looked out the window and saw that the the city was now the battlefield.  I saw people running every where.  I had to do something. 

     I left the house and helped everyone go to the underground shelter. I saw a little baby no older than 2 crying. I ran to get him. As I ran after I picked him up I felt something shoot me.

     I fell down. But I had to save this baby. I made it to the shelter and went to the garden.  Once I sat down I checked my wound.  I was shot in the side. Then I blacked out.

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