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Reference to the war of 1812 the burnings of York and Washington.
Sometimes she was pointing out the obvious.
"Why?" Alfred cried out. He withered from his place on the ground, gripping at his chest.
(Would she do this to him)
She stared at him with hate in her eyes. And he watched the shadows dance around her and the wind blew her ash covered hair.
"Revenge for York." She turned and left him where he was, forcing him to lie on the ground and watched as his capital burned.
"We match now don't we America?" She hissed. Had he imagined that? Alfred thought before darkness took over.