Chapter 1

Place: Somewhere in Northern America

It was a cloudy night and Alfred was having a dream, but it wasn't any dream, he was fighting for victory. "Give up, you can't win" said a man. The man was wearing a grey coat, grey pants, and glasses. "N-never..." Alfred said, he was on the floor beaten up. He was wearing the same thing, but instead of glasses was a curl and his outfit was blue. "what your doing is wrong..." The man chuckled, "It's the right thing, the citizens are happy, and i need it" he said. Alfred slowly went on his knees. "They may be satisfied... but slavery is wrong!" he yelled, "Why don't YOU give up, Zachery... or should I say, Confederate States!" Zachery laughed, "As if I would, Alfred, no... United States!" and kicked Alfred hard in the stomach. He coughed out a little blood and fell back down. "D-damn..." Zachery turned around, "I've had enough of you..." he said, as he walked away, "See you at the battlefield" he laughed and disappeared. Alfred woke up, with his stomach in great pain. He rubbed his forehead. "See you in the battlefield huh..." he thought, as he looked outside at the gloomy sky "I'll be waiting for your, Confederate States."

Place: Somewhere in Southern America

Zachery woke up, with pain in his right leg. "He sure hit me hard..." he thought, as he tried to get up. "It still hurts" he fell back down on his bed. "I think I'll just rest until it heals" he put on his glasses and looks at the gloomy sky through his window, "See you at the battlefield, United States."