*cringe alert: this was my first book. It is cringe*
*seriously, don't read this*
We all know America, the world superpower
But what if, in a world full of magic, America had no power at all?
In this world, everyone has an ability given to them at...
I was walking behind the buildings near the palace. My initial plan was escape the palace through the window and fly home, but it didn't really go as expected. Kazakhstan, New Zealand, Indonesia and China also jumped out of the window, and I couldn't just let them fall to their deaths. But when we landed, I fell on my wing. I immediately tried to fly, but I couldn't get far before the pain became unbearable. I just hope those four got away safely.
If my wing wasn't so sore, I would have been home already. I'm not really sure what I would do once I get there, but I at least want to be somewhere safe before I plan my next move. I'm almost there though... I'm walking past the small flower shop Ukraine helps run with her friends and little sister Belarus, the public library where me and my friends hang out sometimes, and the small bakery Italy runs with his father. I never trusted Italy's father, but he's too old to cause to much trouble now. But I guess that was also what everyone thought about Soviet, and he tried to help Confederate kill America.
I wonder where America is... I haven't had a proper conversation with him in years. Ever since we were seven he has been avoiding me. I wonder if he feels guilty?
Good... well, not good... I'm not really sure. He of course should feel guilty for what he did, but... I kind of miss him in a weird way. He was one of my first friends after all, and I miss him back when things were simple... when he actually looked happy to see me. I wish his guilt didn't get in the way of us being friends, but I suppose that's to much to wish for.
"Well well, what do we have here?" I Hear someone say. I freeze. I know that voice...
"Oh don't be so shy, turn around and face me," Reich said in a happy, yet menacing tone. I turn around, trying my best to look confident. I see Fascist Italy standing next to Reich in chains, his old, worn face full of confusion and fear. "You've made it far, I'm impressed. And why isn't the little bird flying?". I remain silent. His sinister grin widened. "What, are you injured?" He asked. His eyes started glowing white and I immediately feel the pain in my wing fade away. Did he just heal me?
I suddenly feel chains wrap around my arms and waist. He pulled on them and pulled me closer to him.
"I tell you what, I'll allow you to keep your wings and your life. And I will treat any countries of your choosing with a higher amount of respect. But in return..." Reich raises his hand, and in it forms a sword, "you must kill all the runaways you can find,".
"N-no... I'd rather you killed me!" I exclaim. Reich smirks.
"Very well, but that means I'll also have to kill your entire family...," Reich said in a sinister tone.
"No... you wouldn't...,"
"Do you really want to test me?"
"... do you promise you won't hurt them?"
"You have my word." Reich holds the sword towards me. I hold my breath. I know that Reich is notorious for breaking promises, but what other choice do I have?
I sigh, and take the sword. The chains around my arms fade away and are replaced with cuffs. Embedded in the cuffs were two small hindering crystals.
"Now, if I see you not doing your job or trying to help anyone escape, I will use my scepter to activate these cuffs. It will cause your wings to stop working, so I'd be careful if I were you. And make sure to do exactly as you're told. Come back and report to me at the end of the day, or else," Reich said. He spread his wings, the ones he stole from UN, grabbed onto Fascist Italy, and flew away.
I look down at the sword, my reflection in its cool steel. I can't believe this. Where the frick did my life go so wrong?
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