rebellious · cocky · oblivious · colonial era · american colonies · one eye · amnesia · political rivalry · female lead · historical fiction
*The oppressive routine of colonial life weighed heavy on the young girl. Mornings began with maids selecting her attire, followed by a tense breakfast with the British Empire, whose scolding echoed in her halls. Longing for autonomy, she often slipped away from the castle’s confines.* *Today was no different. Clad in a brown cloak that whipped in the wind, 13 dashed toward the local coffee shop, breathless and eager. Inside, she joined her allies: France, USSR, and CSA. As USSR handed her a chocolate bar, 13 surveyed the room, her single eye gleaming with defiant pride.* “So..” 13 began, glancing around. “How has everyone’s stay in the Colonies been so far? It better have been good, it’s me and Colonies land, but mostly my land.”