Slowly, the sun peeked over the horizon on the Philidelphia battle field. Patrols were guarding and practicing, but there was no war at the moment. From a little tent, an 11-year-old girl with a beautiful gown and red hair stepped out. She raced to see what the soldiers were doing; jotting everything down on a letter to her mother. Shortly, an older man followed after her.
"Sarah, where do you think you're going?" the man asked. Sarah spun around and faced her father.
"Daddy, I just wanna see what the men are doing. I also want to see if there's any possible sign of a war." Sarah told him. Her tall father kneeled down to her level.
"Honey, all the people here right now are loyalists just like we are. There's nothing to worry about." he said trying to convince her to stay. Instead, Sarah just rolled her eyes. Then she got a puzzled look, she must have been thinking of something.
"Can I at least go play?" Sarah insisted. The father general chuckled.
"Alright, but be careful. You never know when some patriot will try to bring you to their side. Our hearts will always belong to the king. So, if one of his LOYAL subjects tells you to do something, do it." he warned. As he got to his last words, his daughter had already began to run toward the hill. Than, the general glanced at two of his soldiers.
"Michael, Jordan," he announced.
"Yes, general?" Michael asked. The father general walked over to the two.
"Go track down Sarah. Make sure she doesn't get into trouble with the wrong crowds." he ordered. Michael and Jordan nodded in understandment and raced through the bushes where Sarah had gone.