It was the Year 1945 and World War two had just ended. The aftermath of that war was disastrous. Many families never saw those they said goodbye to at the beginning of the war again, and the who did return, were never the same, they were more distant and never spoke of what actually happened at war. Although to some war was becoming an unwelcome distant memory, many could still hear the pained, whispered screams of the endless fight.
William and Kate, two kids that lived with their parents, in the one of the hard earned houses of England, was one of the many families that war had left a scar on. Their older brother Jacob, an energetic fifteen year old with a mop of brown hair had lied about his age with his mates, like many young boys did, and left for war. But after peace was declared, and the soldiers came home, he and many of his mates never returned. When William and Kate's father went to ask some of Jacob's friends that did return from war about what happened to Jacob, they all had the same response. They turned their head away with pained eyes that didn't want to remember what happened during the seemingly endless fight.
Then, one day one of the men that had been in Jacob's troop, took pity on their father, and told them something that made their mothers eyes look dead and their father work every single day except Sunday, the day of rest. He told them that Jacob, had died.
A couple of months after the war, William's and Kate's family seemed a bit more alive, and things were turning back to normal, although it wouldn't be the same without Jacob's ever smiling face. But then one fateful Sunday, their life was once again, thrown into chaos.
Thankyou for reading (Is that what you say? who knows.)
They say, "A journey of a thousand miles begins with one step". But in this case, it begins with the first chapter. But i dont think ill be walking a thousand miles anytime soon.
Bye
- fairytailcrazyfan