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THE SECRET OF CASTLE HILL by L&K
I stared blankly at him. I'd heard the rumors, but I had never thought it might really be true.
"K-kids?" I stammered finally. "Kids are going to war?"
Janred nodded slowly.
"Why?" I said, half to myself. "Why would anyone want to go to war?" My mind flew to Alya, my best friend. I could still remember her flashing smile...
About a year ago, Alya had suddenly changed. Instead of her normal cheerful self, she became feirice and very tempermental. Then one day, she had got up and, ignoring our protests, went to war.
Two days later, we recieved the news that she was dead.
"Just think about it, Alora. If the war isn't one, we won't have a home anymore. We won't be free. Isn't freedom something worth fighting for?" Janred said.
I shrugged. "I suppose. But look what happened to Alya! And Dad..." I trailed off.
"I know war sounds terrible, but lots of people are willing to die to defend the people they love. Dad knew he might die. He could have protested, but he went freely!" He argued. "Would you give your life if you knew in doing so you might save someone else?"
A sharp knock on the door saved me from having to answer his question. I leapt from my seat, and, Elssar at my heels, ran to the door.
I yanked it open to see a familiar face. It was Jalock, Alya's brother. He was tall, muscular, with olive-colored skin, a pair of black eyes, and long, jet black hair.
"H-hi J-jalock." I stammered as he came in.
"Hey," he said in reply, kicking off his big black boots.
Janred walked up, eyes narrowed. "Hello Jalock," my brother said in a cold voice.
"Hear the Eagles are coming?" Jalock asked me.
I nodded slowly as we headed for the living room, which was practicly empty except for a dusty old couch and a broken TV.
Jalock plopped down on the couch. I was about to sit down when I suddenly realized I was still in my pajamas. Blushing, I turned and dashed for my room.
I quickly changed into some black jeans and a green t-shirt. I passed my mirror, and paused to look myself over. My long brown hair was a bit untidy, but I shrugged and headed out of the room.
Janred was in the kitchen, cleaning up the breakfast plates. Elssar was lapping up the water I had set down fot him earlier. I tried to smile at Janred, but he ignored me. I sighed. My brother can't stand Jalock, but I can't find a reason why.
I sat down next to him on the dusty couch. We were quiet for a while, and the only thing I could hear was soft breathing.
At last, Jalock spoke. "You know, I've been thinking... what if we went and saw the Eagles?"
I froze. "You mean... go to war?!"
He nodded stiffly. "Just think about it... we'd be heroes! We could help win the war!"
"You're going?" I asked.
Jalock paused before saying, "Yes."
"But... I'd miss you!" I glanced towards the kitchen. "I'm sure Janred would too."
"Well, you could go with me."
I was silent. Me, Alora Swynneth, go to war? Somehow, I can't really imagine myself being a warrior, and I defiantly can't picture myself being a hero.
"I'd be great!" Jalock pleaded.
I sighed. I lost Mom, and Dad, and Alya. I don't really have anyone left except Jalock and Janred. I have the feeling Janred's going to war... so why not?
"I suppose so." I muttered.
"Great!" Jalock said, black eyes shining.
I looked away. What was I getting myself into?
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