PREVIEW

The Writer: So, knowing this site, I decided to release the prologue preview first. I'd rather not squander other people's time and expectations.

Here you go. After this, you won't have to ask me who the mc's biological and DEAD "dad" is.

Did I say he was DEAD and rotting in HELL?

Let me say it again.

Anyway, if you're still here at the end of this small preview, remember how I warned you, please. Again.

I like having many readers, but this means I don't have control of the narrative as well…

I'm not going to change the story I had in mind here because some are used to Cancel Culture and get stung for many things.

It's just ENTERTAINMENT, and people make PAID movies out of war crimes and such. This is FREE. No paywall or Patreon until the end.

Remember, blood is innocent. Actions make the person.

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PREVIEW

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May 1945.

In a neighboring state of the now almost fully toppled but still not dead Great Reich.

Klara Risinger was still on the run, hiding, following the fall of the regime she was a groupie of.

She dashed out of some secret underground floor in a military and technological compound, where she had hidden something "prized" to her, and arrived at the pitch-dark, small cryptic room with a dull-looking, Stoic brown desk.

She went into a strange trance while staring at it, as if deranged and frenzied in her head. Similarly, she had tuned out the vibrating bombardments and other thunderous noises outside the base.

Holding a tiny experimental tube seemingly carrying some type of white, sticky looking liquid, she mumbled, looking both enamored and under a spell,

She was also giving some blatant, woeful soldierly salute with her hand linked to her head's latch.

"Mein Führer…"

"I couldn't save you. But there's hope."

"What?"

"Ah well... yes, you see, I know shouldn't have done this behind your back, but with this, the fight will not be over."

"..."

She paused and said in perfect English after a nod,

"So long, great leader…"

Klara walked out slowly after she finished speaking in German with the dead, the gone, and telling him what she kept in her heart. Respectfully.

Then she fled the base, as time and the months passed.

Occasionally, she was running, sometimes contending with hidden characters and other heroes from the Grand Alliance, which was in full and even stronger power.

Naturally, with all the fighting, nine months later, her "prized project" failed. Due to an injury, she sustained before the consummate fall.

Despairing at the time, Klara, now going by Liberty, had no idea that nothing was over yet.

Somewhere she would only think of going in the future, thanks to a woman even more out of sight, but even more committed to the cause than she was, there would still be hope…

100 YEARS+++ LATEEEERRRR....

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Author: I'm not a Nazi. I'm not even a white man.

Just a man who loves and tries to write stories in peace. So be indulgent with the hate and Cancel comments.