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Chapter 1
TWO TYPES OF NEWS

"RAVEN! GET UP!"

I jolt awake and sit up in my bed, where I see my older brother James sitting next to me, he removes his hand from my shoulder at the sight of my startles form. James is 16, fighting age, although father never wanted him fighting due to him not having "experience." Although just last week, General Wolfe announced that they were short soldiers in training. Both James and my eldest brother, Victor, have been eager to join the British army. While my older sister Alexis and I are expected to become house wives. I wish I was born male; I have always loved the idea of fighting.

"Jamie," I begin, looking at him, "what is the problem? It isn't even dawn yet."

"Three of them are here, Raven. Mother wants all four of us downstairs.." he trails off, obviously expecting the worst. I nod my head, and get out of my old bed. James waits for me as I make my bed, I turn 14 today so I will be expected to show cleanliness.

As James and I make our way down the stairs of our home, I notice mother, Alexis and Victor already seated in the living room. Victor is wearing his night robe while mother and Alexis are wearing their nightgowns. Alexis' long red hair hangs by her waist as she has not yet braided her hair for the daily chores. Standing by our lit fire place, are three British soldiers. They're wearing their red coats and full military attire. One of them has a piece of parchment in his gloved hand while another one holds the British flag. I make my way thinking one thing to myself:

Has something happened to father?

James motions for me to sit down, I do so with caution. The entire room has an eerie, tense feeling thick as butter as James sits down. We wait in silence for the soldiers to begin.

Mother begins the conversation once the four of us are settled. "General Wolfe, what honour do we have for you to visit us at this early hour?"

Wolfe stays silent for a moment, reading the parchment. Finally he breaks the silence, "Lady Howlett, with a heavy heart, I must announce the death of John Howlett."

The eerie feeling snaps like a twig, Victor snaps to attention, while Alexis begins crying. James is holding me back with a hand covering my mouth, preventing the screams to escape. This is not real, father cannot be dead. He was supposed to come home tonight, he can't possibly be dead. He is supposed to teach James and Victor to shoot a gun in the next weeks.

Wolfe continues, "Lord Howlett died from a bullet while on the battle field in the early hours of June 21st 1810. He died a true soldier Lady Howlett." Mother nods her head, wiping the tears away from her face with her handkerchief.

"Therefore, it must become that Victor Creed becomes the Lord of the house, since he is the eldest man here at age 19 years." James gives Wolfe a death glare while Victor looks like he was just stabbed. Victor as Lord of the house will not end well, both James and I know it very well. As Victor signs something on the parchment, James and I travel to my bedroom once again. I take my long dark blonde hair out of my braids and lie down across my bed sheets. James paces the length of my room, arms behind his back, staring at the ground. His dark hair hides his eyes and his emotion, until he stops and looks down at my face.

"I'm leaving at dawn tomorrow morning, if you wish to come."

I sit up and look at him with pure confusion across my face, "James, I'm afraid I do not understand you."

"I'm joining the army Raven." He growls quietly.

"Yes I know that. But where do I come into this?"

He looks at me, "didn't you always say that you wanted to fight? To fight for our colony?"

I'm shocked, women are never allowed to fight, never. "James, are you mad?"

"No madder than you Raven," James begins, grinning at my confusion, "Your small frame can fit into my old clothes. Meet me in my room tomorrow night after mother has gone to sleep." With that James exits my room, leaving me to think one thing:

I'm running away with James to fight for the British army.