The war started in the year of 2079 destroying everything we had such as our homes, our cultures, our religion, and our whole way of life. Cladus, my home planet was beautiful for 5 million years. It is home to Cladians my people and is a planet full of colors and life with exotic animals and plants like no other. The sky was filled with Dishols flying in the sky with their beautiful gigantic colorful wings. OH how I loved seeing the unearthly birdlike creatures souring or the Chalas stalking their pray in huge groups in our forests hoping for a Cladian to make the wrong move so they can pounce and have a meal. These scaly doglike gray skinned lion tailed animals are unique and leaves you in awe when seen up close but also give a person the shivers and sends chills up your spine because of their blood thirsty look in their eyes and sharp fangs and huge size. I wish I can tell you about the animals on my planet all day but sadly I can’t. 45 years ago Cladus was invaded by a near planet called Brodelea. They were never our enemies, we were actually partners in lots of things such as business, trading materials, weapons, cultures, and lots of other things. The war been going on forever I totally forgot what we are fighting over but what I can pull out is that a trade between the two planets had gone wrong and tensions have risen over the years. Lots of people have forgotten why we are fighting even the soldiers themselves have forgotten why. It’s sad to say that the Cladians are losing the fight on our own planet because we have no vehicles on our planet Brodelea supplies us with flying machines and cars and other vehicles. All we have is natural resources and bows and arrows and other non-technologic weapons. This year, the war is still going but most villages are camps instead of homes to my people. We are treated poorly under the Brodelealian rule. Our planet is their planet now, this is not a free planet no more. It is a planet of blood and power. In the year of 2034, the war has started. It went from a little battle to a war massacre. I and a few of my friends were playing outside in 2069, I was 10 years old at the time the Brodelea soldiers took my parents and killed them in front of me and changed our village to a camp. I remembered when I was 6 I saw floating silver and green tanks creeping through my village and people hiding in there box and sometimes straw homes. Last week I heard that a nearby village had burned to ashes and not one villager survived. “We Cladians have been oppressed for far too long we are born on this planet this is our home and we need to have to fight back for what is ours, they are not welcomed here and we need to show them that even though we are not as advanced in technology, we are powerful and it doesn’t matter that we are a peaceful planet and try to keep peace we can be violent and murderous people.” These were the words of a very strong young 16 year old boy. He was an amazing leader and even at our breaking point he kept us fighting for what was right though death was involved. It was 67:09 pm at the time of the beginning of the rebellious war. Our war, the prisoner’s war. The bars exploded, doors kicked down, alarms screaming like Banshees everywhere in the prison. This day was the first day in forever we tasted our freedom. As well as blood (that is not ours) on our faces and hands. This was the first time we ever killed, I mean we are only teen’s still and we are brutally beating soldiers that deserved it. I know it’s bad that we’re killing but what if you have no choice and treated so badly that you reach the point where all you could think about barbarity is the only answer. Right when we escaped a big group of us walked together. We looked like zebras in a massive herd walking away from a crisis. It took us three hours to get to the closest village that was left so gruesome and sickening. The air smelled of ash and burnt rubber but we all knew it wasn’t rubber at all none of us just wanted to point it out. Walking through the village just made me so depressed because of the scene of seeing innocent people running through the streets crying in agony and homes full of mothers trying to protect their children and the remaining houses were not recognizable anymore. In most villages there is only a few that has brick homes but only a few and luckily (not really) this village had a few brick houses and even though parts of them were missing. We still had a place to stay for a while before we had to go on. The group decided we each have a person stay up during night-shifts while everybody rest before we commence a plan on to take back our home. During the night my head was flooded with thoughts like what if I don’t survive the first day? What if I die tomorrow? What if we never win the war and all the effort we are putting in just ends up for nothing? No, I cannot think like that I need to stay strong for us just like everyone else is. Still, I know all of us are thinking the same thoughts. The night was the longest night of my life, Thousands of memories flow through my head and the memories are not delighting at all. I remember a time in the camp when a group of us were digging a huge hole in the ground. At first we didn’t understand why most of us were just teens but still lost, after the hole was nearly done one of the boys named Walter saw a big truck full of dead bodies, at first when he told us we didn’t believe him but when the truck pulled up in front of us we felt stupid. This happened a few days our home turned into a camp. That moment is the one I’ll never forget, Sleeping was very difficult for me because I was scared being out the camp, yes sounds weird but I’m in a ghost town and sleeping under a half brick home and what makes it worse is that we know there is Chalas around here somewhere. Later on in the night I was awoken to take my turn as a lookout. The boy gave me a sharp knife and a flashlight. Our group was large and arranged. Girls on one side boys on the other. As I walked around the room I was being very cautious of my surroundings making sure that no Brodelealien soldier or Chalas were here. After that I walked outside to check as well. I was surprised that none of the two were hunting us down yet and relief. When my time was up I was going to get another boy to do watch duty. The boys were only on watch duty because we boys knew that girls had a way more horrible time in the camp then us boys and also we believe it will be better for them to take on easier job. As I was walking towards the boy I heard a weird sound outside, I decided to check it out although I was scared out of my pants. When I got near the creepy sound it was a Chala that was was digging through a trashcan. The vicious dog growled at me and stared through my soul. My soul that I lost in the camp years ago. I was shocked I’d never seen one before the war and I was frozen couldn’t move or make a sound. My mind told me to run inside and wake everyone up but my body just wasn’t fast enough to react until I was attacked by the Dog. The Chala was scratching and tried to bite but after all those years of carrying heavy things I had the strength to fight back but not the strength to kill the creature. I guess the struggle to survive saved my life because a few of the boys came and hit the Chala over the head and made him fall to the side then right after that I finally stabbed the animal right in its chest and then suddenly I hopped on its chest and just kept stabbing and stabbing as everyone watched. I was surprised at what I did, I mean I never killed in my life until the breakout and Chala. Actually I didn’t even kill in the camp I just ducked and hid and if I was seen I’ll hit them with something that will knock them off their feet. After ten minutes we finally decided to go back to sleep but this time five of us will be on the lookout. When the sun had risen we got up packed our things and be on the move again. We didn’t pack a lot of stuff because we had a thought it will make us easier to kill. It’s like carrying a big target on our backs so we didn’t want that. We walked for two hours with only little breaks and little food on us, what we walked through was a field of grass but there were many bodies of the soldiers who were trying to reclaim our home. I was disgusted at what the Brodelians had done to our soldiers their tactics were just so brutal. As we walked we saw many other towns burned to ash and bodies of our people just left out in the open to rot or be eaten by Chalas. After many hours of walking we saw a Brodelian soldier in the middle of an abandoned village looking for survivors from their latest attack. My first instinct was to tell everybody to lay down and stay quite but it was too late for that. A thirteen year old boy named Madar took action and ran towards the soldier but the soldier was too fast and he roundhouse kicked Madar with his steel boot. He showed no mercy and continued to kick him in every part of his body. I wanted to take action and do something about it but I knew my life would be ended right then and there. The soldier continued to kick and kick when he decided that his enemy had been beat enough so he pulled out his pump shotgun loaded it and pulled the trigger three times towards his head. Madar’s face was no longer recognizable. At this moment five of us got up. Only two of us came back after attacking the soldier but we succeeded and now we had three weapons a pump shotgun which I engraved Madar into, a Vasto pistol, and a long sword. I figured that I’d keep the pistol, Phora would keep the shotgun, and Rose kept the long swords. With these three weapons we all felt stronger. But we all still had fear in our eyes. We eventually stopped at a village that was actually free. It was left alone and everyone was walking in the streets without a worry, like the war never existed. We all were surprised at this site even me. To be honest I cried a little because it was so heart breaking. It been years that I have seen a village without dead bodies and ashes seeing this gave me hope. Once we walked towards the village we were stopped by some people wearing masks and carrying rifles. They asked us who we are. “We are prisoners from a camp about 22 miles away, we walked for three days with little breaks. Some of us died along the way.” Said a girl named Jessica as she walked to the front of the group. “Well then I can see you all been through a lot. You all are welcome here let’s get you all some clothes. I am Captain Yato. Here we are free, liberated, fought for and we won but still under threat.” As I heard these words I felt safe. Like really safe because now we ran into Cladian soldiers. The leader walked up to him and said thank you and shook his hand. “I just want to let you know, even though we are teens we have killed before and we will kill again.” Yato nodded his head in agreeing. From that day on we became young soldiers. All of us were taught how to fire a gun martial arts. And how to steal and take out vehicles. What we were really was taught was how to handle the most dangerous weapon in the hands of a Cladian. The all original handmade weapon that came from nature. The bow and arrow. It took us a few days but we eventually got it down and the majority of us were excellent shooters. We also learned how to handle guns as well because even though we did not have enough guns for the whole army we still had to know how to fire one if you ever get lucky to put your hands on one. At the end of the day we had fresh new clothes and food to eat and a place to sleep. For the first the time in forever, I finally smiled and so did everyone else that was with us. Me and a few of us boys were sharing a home built only for soldiers while the girls decided not to go to war because they were frighten. So they got a big hotel and the last three levels to their self’s. As I lay in my bed my mind was rushing. The only thing I was thinking about all night was how many people died getting here. Two days ago a group of Chalas were stalking us and about five people were attacked as the rest of us ran for our lives. The leader had the pistol and fired as a Chala pounced on another teen, he tried to aim and hit the ugly creature in its head but missed and only grazed the Chala in his lips. The Chala ran towards him but luckily Phora came to his rescue and blasted the Chala with the pump shotgun in the chest and died. “Get up leader” Phora said as he helped him back on his feet. “Thank you” the leader said”, Rose was also attacked but she managed to save her own life with the sword. It just happened so quickly a Dishol was right above us and kept above Rose. After a few hours he finally decided to swipe down and take off with her. But Rose is stronger than the leader and used the sword to slice the Dishol in half. Before the war Rose’s Aunt was a trained professional with swords. We all knew this but why wasn’t she the leader? Was she too scared to start a riot at the prison? I mean the leader was also scared himself. He knew that if he died he would have died for no reason, not complete what he wanted to do. To fight. To fight until his last breath had been taken away from him by the hands of his enemy. But how can he fight if he is scared of death? He is such a whimp that he watched lots of people have died along the way to this amazing place. It hurts to know that you have seen Young lives have been taken in front of you but you can’t do nothing to stop it because your body can not act with you. It’s so depressing to know that the people you promised to protect dies right in front of you. But I can’t think about that. In have to be strong for us. I can’t be scared I have to be strong because if I am weak then all of us are weak together. A few months have passed living in such a peaceful place. We grew with the village learned new things that we never learned before and even better, I got the chance to be with Rose even more. I and Rose were always together. I loved her and she loved me. But eventually, all good things must come to an end. The war has come to our new home. That was the biggest day where we will die for our land and show that we are not afraid. BOOM!!! The sound of explosions was all around us. Gun shots fired everywhere as we ran and the site of seeing parents trying to protect their children from death himself. This was the time the leader finally shows that he is not afraid of dying, that he will stand his ground just like Yato and the soldiers and his friends. I ran to the base of us and heard the bad news. “We are losing. We are outnumbered and have no reinforcements to help us.” We teens decided to step in but Yato didn’t want us to. The leader told him that this is what they wanted to do. To fight for something that is ours. I’m going to be honest with you like I did at the beginning. We lost, I mean how can you expect us to win against a army that has more guns than you? But do I feel sad that we lost? No. I do not feel sad that we lost because I did something most people would not do. Fight for what they want back. Most people I seen in my life never fought for their homes they would rather run they stand up and fight. I died happy and lived a life I loved because I tried to keep everyone positive. I was the leader I had to make sure everyone else was ok before me I kept them positive and made sure they would never give up. I am proud to say that most of the teens had escaped and saved more lifes than before. We are winning now and it has been Thirteen years after my death and I’ll let you know one thing. We will always fight for our freedom no longer how hard or long it takes.
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