If we weren't formally introduced, my name is Emilia Darst. I used live with my little sister and older brother on the outskirts of our Capitol, London. Our Capitol was peaceful, and very happy. Until a rising Capitol fought against ours, in the battle for only one, on July 14, 2113. In pure desperation, the rising Capitol Whitham, had taken many people living around London, back to their city and was placed in holding camps. I, as well as my family, were part of those people. The camps were almost like small communities, and we were put to labour from dawn till dusk. Although, most weren't harmful, the soldiers never feared to show you your place if you were defiant. The ones on guard here didn't ever seem too fond of us. They saw us as something much less of their kind. Except for one. He gave me hope, and will. And maybe even a little more than compassion. This soldiers name is, Harry Styles.