Amilia tapped her pencil during history class. Today they learned about democracy and the difference the United States has.
"We do not live in a Democracy. Our whole population does not make the laws." The teacher lectured. "We live in a republic. Where everyone has a say but those loons up on Capitol Hill make the laws." Mr. Jackson finished his speech. "There is five minutes left in the period. Enough time for you all to start your homework. Find a textbook, open it to page two oh three, you need to do question one to twenty, they go onto the next page. Finish this for tomorrow." You could hear rustling and screeches as everyone got out paper or got up for a book. Amilia still sat there tapping her pencil for a minute. She shakingly set her pencil down and got out a sheet of paper. She stared at it. "Something the matter Amilia?" Mr. Jackson asked her.
"Oh I just have a test later. I'm sorry for being distracted."
"Well just get to work. The more you do the less you have to worry about." Amilia nodded her head and grabbed the book from the desk next to her (no one sat there). She opened it up and started jotting down some answers. After two minutes the bell rang and she was out of there. When the second bell rings she would be able to leave. As a senior she made sure she got early release. She could leave at the beginning of seventh period. After taking her coat from her locker the bell rang. She walked to the back of the building and out the doors. She got to her car and opened the door. She had to get home quickly, she only had an hour before training with Unora. She wanted time to relax. Yet, she had to do her homework as well. Amilia moaned before starting up her car. Today would be like any other day, but she still couldn't stand seeing Unora everyday for nine hours. Finally she pulled forward. She drove to a stop sign in the parking lot. She turned her signal on and went on her way. She tapped her hand on her steering wheel to the sound of the radio. She did like music, she listened to it when she could. When she got home she hopped out of the car and went into the house.
"Gosh it's cold out." She said to herself. Oglm, she determined, wasn't home and Leo was still at school. He only had one period of early release. Which was fine for him. He took plenty of classes that he had wanted to. With all the bitterness and strict life of not only a commander, but a master as well, he deserves to have some fun. Amilia put her bag down at the end of the stairs. She moved onto the living room. She looked at the picture frames' Oglm had around the room. Oglm truly was a TRUE father. Amilia laughed a little quiet laugh. He had some pictures of Amilia around the room, some of which were with him. Others she hadn't the fondest idea how he even got the picture in the first place. She saw pictures of herself where, in her memory, there was no camera taking a picture of her. She knew how he got some of them of course. She always looked at the picture on the wall. That was her and Oglm on the day that he became her master. Amilia held her handle hesitantly and Oglm had knelt down to her height and was giving her a one hand hug around her back. She saw the camera that time. There was actually a person with a camera that time. But they weren't just of her, he had pictures of Seyoek and him too. One picture she didn't recognize was the picture of a little boy. She knew it wasn't Oglm himself because Oglm has shown her pictures of himself when he was younger. Anyways, the boy looked about ten and was very happy. Oglm never mentioned him and Amilia never asked. She always wondered about his office too. That was the only room in the house that was "off limits". Not even Oglm's room was off limits. Amilia's been in there plenty of times, even without asking him. She shrugged at her own thoughts and then sat down. She turned on the TV and started her homework. "Ah, there was an earthquake today." She whispered to herself. "Oo, and Alaska is having quite a bad winter, I would say." She stopped for a little while. "Well golly gee!" She started again. "The presidents back at it! We'll probably be in a war if that keeps up." The clock struck two and Amilia had just finished her math. She got up and went out the back door. She got to the Market and walked (as slow as she could) to Unora's lair. She was not late, she was actually early for a change. Two whole minutes early to be exact. Amilia knocked on the stone. She waited for at least a minute or so, but then it dropped to reveal Unora's lair. When it did, Amilia walked forward.

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Marked: Part 2; The Wronged
FantasyOnce again, come join Amilia on her adventures. In part two, we see the same classic characters two years later. But this time, the villain has a different conclusion, ready to do anything to achieve her goals. With everything at stake, this story w...