This will be my very first time writing historical fiction.

A period of time I have always been interested in reading and writing about is the World War II period. There is something about wartime that can both bring people together or tear them apart.

Although the story may end positively, I don't want it to be about a happily ever after.

This story will be about the bravery of certain people and the intensity of love and hatred when nothing is too sure and the world isn't simpatico at the time.

Disclaimer: This story is currently being edited. There are small errors scattered through, a couple bigger errors and multiple inconsistencies. Most of them I have found on my own while others have been brought to my attention and I am trying to change them at the moment.

I attend school regularly which leaves me a good two hours to work on other chapters in my other books and edit them. Please do not be any of those notorious people who are begging me to update.

Please understand that I have school, homework, commitments, and other extra curriculars. This book was the second book I ever made... I was only twelve at the time.

I'd still love to have you read my story, but please be aware that there are going to be errors.

Thank you!