Shoot For The Stars
Reach For the Top
I sat, staring out the window of my attic, watching. I saw the soldiers tearing my parents apart, pushing my father to the ground. The others just watched, it was all we could do. Sit, watch, and wait. It was awful, the Fanelian soldiers were beating my family and I had no power to stop them. My mother had made me swear to stay up here, hidden in our attic, near the only escape to the roof. What had we done? What could my family do to deserve this treatment? And the rest of the our people. So I sat hear and waited as my family was murdered. As my mother's screaming got louder, and slowly died down, I realized that I was shaking. My hands were shielding my eyes, and I realized that I was alone, all alone.
From that day, I never looked back on the Civil War of Fanelia. It was pointless. Yes, things in Fanelia had been bad, but these riots and attacks made everything worse. For the middle-class, little changed, even for the homeless of Fanelia life remained simple. But for us, the upper-class society of The country, it was rough. We lost everything and more. Our families were torn apart, our houses destroyed, our title and legacies ruined. The civil outbreaks were caused by the strong belief that we were the wealthy minority, and furthermore, that we had stolen our money from the people. In reality, only one family had stolen from our countrymen, the Fanels. There was no way to prove it to the people, so we were all punished, even families who tried to help others we condemned to death and separation.
About a month after my family's and countless other homes and lives had been devastated by the uproar, I chose to work my way back up. I would become myself again, become a lady, and be known for doing it the hard way. No way would I go up to the wealthiest family of the country and beg for my position, my home, and my wealth back. No, I decided that I had to prove myself, if not to the people of Fanelia, then to myself.
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