Chapter 3- My Past Part 2

Author's Note: This next chapter is a continuation of Chapter 2. Sorry I could not fit all the information I wanted to in just one chapter. I thought it was a good ending for the time being. Also I'm sorry it took so long to post this. With the holidays, school, and work, it was hard to find time to write. I hope you enjoy this chapter! Also, please take a couple seconds to review, I would greatly appreciate it!

...They let their anger and frustration bottle up for so long, that one day, another "Divide" took place. But it was not the start of another war. It was the start of the Frontier...

I often wonder what technology can really do for us.

It must have been exceptional, for the Frontier natives to give up... well... everything.

They left their families, friends, homes, and lives, to go to a place that had been desolated by the war.

It must have been exceptional for my father to leave... me...

I wonder what he looks like... what he talks like... how tall he is... how much I look like him... and so much more...

I wish I could have one day to talk to him...

One day... I will.

(What was I saying? Oh, right...)

The start of the Frontier... The day that everything changed...

It was a cold December day.

There was a thin sheet of snow on the ground from the previous night.

Elders from tribes all over the world had met in the great city of Deleon.

Suddenly, a man walks in to the room, dressed in royal robes of red.

He is shouting. Men from all areas of the room pull out their swords and begin to fight.

The traitor and his accomplices are driven out of the meeting hall.

Banished... Forgotten...

It was ten years before anyone heard news about the banished men.

Ten Years before my mother heard about the fate of her... husband.

People started disappearing.

Young girls were taken from their homes.

Children were snatched from their beds.

My people searched for months to try to find the missing people.

It took them seven months to find them...

And when they did, it was too late.

They were captives of the Fire Frontier.

Those traitors were building a nation...

Or so I am told...

They had more then one thousand people from around the globe...

Years past, and the Frontier's numbers grew.

Today, they make up one third of the world's population.

They have weapons and machines that we could never compare to. That is why we let them take our people. We know that if they choose to go to war... we will be eliminated.

I believe they know that too.

But, they choose to let us be. They choose not to kill, only take...

"Why would they let us live in fear? How is that any better then capturing us? How is that any better then slaughtering us?"

(For all of you who do not recognize it... that passage is from the code of rights...)

I can't speak for them; only for myself...

In last few years, the Frontier has not given us much trouble.

We catch or kill any trespassers; we retain little to no contact; and we even allow people to go there if they want...

But, still I can't help but find the whole place exhilarating... for some reason, I love the land there...

I crossed the border once.

I was surprised at what I saw.

Land as green as the trees, flowers everywhere, and tall crops!

The people matched the landscape. Everyone looked as happy as they could be. Because everyone was a prisoner... that surprised me a bit...

I explored for what seemed like minutes, but it turned out to be several days... or at least, that is what they tell me.

I was "lucky to make it back."

Some frontier guards took me back to the border and sent me back...

I was caught by the police, my own people...

I was going to be hanged as a trespasser...

If my friend, Joel, had not recognized me, I would not be writing this now.

And boy, did I get it that night.

My mother has never been so mad! Or was she... scared?

Anyway...

Like I said, I feel connected to the Frontier. I know I shouldn't... but I do. I wouldn't dare tell anyone about this, for they might send me there... Which may or may not be a bad thing, but I wouldn't dare leave my mother... again.

AN: There I go... on a scripted rampage again... Sorry for the shorter chapter this time! PLEASE REVIEW! :)