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Not my war

Not my war

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Action and Thriller
Jordan loses her city and her parents in the Third World War. Being one of the few survivors in Canada her and her little sister have almost no choice in joining the war efforts to stop the army that killed her parents. After leading a group of rebels to destroy an army base she and her sister soon become big targets and the army is quickly hunting her down! Told from three unique perspectives the rebels try to do what they can to stop the alliance from taking their country while also dealing with tragic losses. All rights reserved to 23allycat. Story has some violence as it is a war but the description of said violence is minimal.
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In the quiet desert village of Dey, living among the sand dunes and mirages, existed an anomaly - me. I was different, born without the ability to read, write or keep long memories. My scientist father hailed my uniqueness as a miracle, but my life was far from ordinary. To the village, I was just an oddity, a walking puzzle with missing pieces. My only solace was my best friend, always standing by me, his unspoken love for me etched in his affectionate gaze. We lived under a cruel regime with a population no more than a hundred. Every year, one of us would be chosen on the Counting Day, a ceremonious banishing ritual, to become yet another outcast to the floating prison island far off in the ocean - our village's dreaded version of population control. Our past criminals, defiant to government, and more terrifyingly, our loved ones gone missing, were thought to inhabit that island, their fate, a terrifying enigma. This year, as the Counting Day approached unrelentingly, and my loved one's life rested on borrowed time, I made a decision. I volunteered to be casted out. It was my turn to face the unknown with a hidden purpose - to locate my lost father who was sent there years ago.

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