Chapter1:Removal 1567     

It was a quiet day, in Sweden. A quiet day. Stood beneath the air, whispered a yawning valley. Noises were swarming everywhere. Caravans held horses while, in traffic and tunnels, trains tolled their bells as they gave passengers a ride all the way from Stockholm to PDX in the US. But, beneath the swaying branches of the trees that held samaras, laughed a kid with spirit, a kid who had been through loss. Loss from his favorite author, whom his great grandma, Gigi, told stories about him: Albrecht Durer. A German artist who lived from the 1400's to there early time: 1500. Durer was the one who brought the Northern-Renaissance to Italy. This kid's name was King. King was 9 years old, born in 1558. But, he wasn't ordinary--he was special. A special Boy, all

around.  Some used Carnival Carts, and others just walked, and some just used Caravans like him. But once, after a dinner of Mutton and Beetroot Salad, he went to bed, but he overheard his parents talking before he could drift off into sleep, usually a wonderland of dreams. "We have to make removal. Someone tomorrow has to take a train to PDX and never return. We have to choose by Wednesday, otherwise we don't get paid." Said his Mom, yawning. "We still have to decide. We have plenty of time, though. Its only Tuesday." Replied his Dad. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME??!!!!" Yelled King's mother. "We have until tomorrow, then we don't get paid, and we lose 100 dollars!" Why is money so important to them? King thought. His Dad sighed with sadness. "Fine. We'll have King go tomorrow." King was silent, though in his mind, was screaming in alar-

m. WHAT?!!!!!!! He thought. I can't go tomorrow. I want my family, I want my friends. I want my Math Teacher. I want my third grade teacher. I want to be free. I want my life!!!!!! He thought through terrible balls of sob. But there was nothing he could do. His parents were like a Bureau of love to him. He watched in his mind how that same Bureau of love crack, then collapse. He couldn't believe his family would abandon him. Is this real? King thought. He tried to break through what he thought was a Nightmare. He couldn't, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't. That's when he fell. The thud on the floorboards echoed across the house. King's parents heard. "Hold on a minute, honey." Dad told his wife, then scurried across the room to investigate. Footsteps were coming near, and Kings got up and quickly tiptoed away into his room. His Dad looked into King's room, who was pretending to sleep. "Meh. It's

alright." His Dad said, then shouted across the house to his pregnant wife. "It's nothing, honey!"  Once his father shut the door, King sighed with relief. How do I handle this? King thought. Wait--if  they want me to go to PDX, I can't go if I'm not here or at the train stop! He realized. But, they would find me, and still send me to PDX. So, I guess I'm going. But I want to NOT go, so how do I do that?

Chapter2: The Problem

At the train stop at 11:57 AM, there was no train. King hoped that he could stay with his family because a train wouldn't come. And that's when he heard it. The toll of tears--horrifying, horrifying tears. The train had come. When it stopped, a robotic female voice reminded everyone who was in front of the train (like him), "ALRIGHT, RIDERS, OFF TO PDX, ALL ABOARD, YOU CAN'T MISS OUR VIEW OF THE TOWN UP ON THE DECK. IT'S AS BIG AS A PIRATE-SHIP'S STARBOARD, THOUGH THAT SEEMS SMALL--HAHAHA." Behind tears, his family was smirking. Why? Why did they always smirk when they knew they were doing the wrong THING?! King always wondered this, and as his parents pushed him toward the train, he yelled, "STOP!!!!" And they stopped pushing him, but, when he got on, threw him his suitcase. AH!

He didn't say, but he yelped AH in his mind. The heavy  suitcase hit him hard in the stomach. Stupid Parents. He thought. He knew that in PDX, they spoke English like him, so he won't have to learn Japanese, Spanish, or Italian, so wouldn't be jostling around yelling Konichiwa to anyone he ran past. The train took hours to get to PDX, so to pass the time, he would sketch in his notebook, go up to the "Starboard" to get glimpses of the city he once knew that was almost completely gone. Then, after 5 hours, it was 4:59 PM, and a short toll was echoing across the PDX train. Then, the tree words: WE HAVE ARRIVED. He got off the train, and PDX wasn't as he'd expected. He thought there'd be Statues of people that did the wrong deeds. But instead, there were very much paths, holding caravans horses. And near a house marked Farmer-Doug's Eggs, there were horses with saddles on them. And pigs rolling around in mud. He 

hadn't seen a pig before and, What's that thing their rolling around in? King wondered. When he reached the corner of the farm, (where the pigs were,) but, beyond it lay a vast row of crops. Potato, Beat, Carrot, Mushroom, Pumpkin, Melon, even WHEAT were there. He snapped out of his glaze, and started investigating. "Chocolate?" He asked, investigating the mud from behind the fence. He put his Index finger in. The pigs squealed and ran away. But, when his finger landed in the mud, he raised it to his mouth and took a lick. "Yuck!" He hollered. "What is this!?" He choked for air. When he got  his air back, a man hollered, "Hey!" He froze, and looked for somewhere to hide. Nowhere.

Then, he saw a man in front of him, with a straw hat, a rake for raking leaves, tartan pants, and a cyan sweatshirt. King thought this could be Farmer Doug. "Uh...excuse me, sir, what's your name?" King asked. "I am

Farmer Doug!" The man barked. "NOW GET OUT!!!!! THIS IS NO PLACE FOR CHILDREN, 3 YEAR OLD! WHEN WERE YOU BORN?!!!" The farmer asked. King didn't reply. He was shocked. Are American's always this mean? He asked. Then, Farmer Doug made himself clear. "I SAID, WHEN WERE YOU BORN?!!!!!!!!" Finally, King spoke. "I was born in 1558, in Sweden, Stockholm. My name is King, and as you might know from my past words, I'm a immigrant." The Farmer lost his tantrum. He snickered, then burst out laughing. "Immigrant?! Don't make me laugh, oh, wait--you already did." Then he just laughed harder. "So, do you have a reputation with Mojang studios?!!!" The man asked, struggling to talk through because he was laughing so hard. That's when King lost it. "STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He screamed at the short-headed man. "First of all, I DO NOT play Minecraft, and don't even know Mojang! It's not real yet! So stop harming my culture, m-

an! End quote!" King huffed. Someone grabbed his hand. "Yeah, Farmer Dig-Doug! Back off, unless you want me to call the bakery and make them stick pies in your face!" This made the farmer scream and run away, dropping his rake. "I love pranks." The kid snickered, and threw the rake at him, and missed purposely. The Farmer looked back and taunted. "Haha, you missed me, losers!" But, as planned, wasn't looking where he was going, and stepped on the rake while running, and the stick of it hit his face. The Farmer grew unconscious and fell to the ground. "Thanks." King thanked the unknown kid. "Your welcome, and I'm AJ. I'm from Japan." King was shocked. "Though, I know five languages: Portuguese, Japanese of course, Italian, English, and finally, German." AJ told King, basically showing off. "King said, "I only know English, and your showing off." "Excuse Moi, I'm not showing off." King

sighed. "If you say so. Wanna be friends? That's how we get friends back in Sweden. By asking if you want to be a friend." AJ's eyes widened. "You come from Sweden?! Wow. I came here to PDX at 5:00 AM in the morning, and my trip there only lasted for four days. Want a secret handshake, though?" King nodded. He ripped a unused paper out of his notebook and handed it to AJ. The handshake was this:

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Chapter3:A year later

It was now 1568, and AJ and King had become great friends. King was 10, AJ, 12. And, they felt like a junior FBI agents, since on October 27th, 3 days until "Halloween",  and they turned out sharing a lot about themselves. For King's favorite game was Hide and Seek. His favorite Board-Game, Chess. AJ's favorite thing to do was restle, since he was strong and could throw a rake at Farmer-Doug. Speaking of, he was still chortling about that. "BIG mistake, AJ." King had said one day. "Maybe soon the real FBI will arrest us for doing that to a Farmer that raises crops and animals." "Stop being a worrywart, King. K?" AJ winked as he said this. K always meant something that he hated. And added to the wink,

"K" was a bad thing. It usually meant "Hey. Stop doing stuff that's idiotic". Or "Man, he's busted, won't get any presents for Christmas, and might run into a rake, as a doofus--haha". King would always growl at this, but, time flew by, and it was now December first.

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As AJ and King got ready for Christmas, Winter got more frequent. Livestock and Garter Snakes started Hibernating, and Flowers and other plant-life  started going down,

                                                   down,

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and into the moist, cold soil. In the meantime, no birds were around, so if any of them nested during early fall before their flock's Migration, would be gone, and Lynx's and other furry predators would get a easy meal. And moles and other burrowing creatures started digging burrows, and squirrels would find nuts to dig into the dirt, and nest near them. And, with perfect opportunity, Arctic Foxes

sniffed the ground for senses of blood, dig, and then have a trophy of a mouse or tiny, yet fleshy Naked-Mole-Rats. Sadly, still, no one would believe that King was a immigrant. They thought immigrants didn't speak their language, but nor did they know they could speak 5 languages, like AJ could. He is also a immigrant--a immigrant that speaks 5 languages. But, as there were castles then, and our 2 hero's bravely strided over to it, after Christmas, in January. Then, just like Tuesday night in 1567, they heard chattering voices. Then, one voice silenced them all. "It is settled," The man confirmed. "We are having Russia, who we honestly support, have a War with Sweden, to stop sending 'immigrants' to this country." By the way he was talking, the boys AJ and King had a feeling they were racist. "Battle tomorrow. Then we KILL sweden." The man ordered. "No!" King whispered.

Chapter5: The war battleground

The boy's were shocked. "I'm from Russia." AJ whispered. "Russian's are smart, but not smart enough to take on Sweden in a war." King cut in. "Sweden is my home country. It took 5 hours to get here, and my family is still there. They'd get killed! (Though they don't know the war is going on)." Then AJ piped up, determined: "We have to get to Russia and Sweden to warn everybody!" Then, they did Rock, Paper, Scissors to decide which Country they would visit first. "Rock, Paper, Scissors, shew!" They chanted. AJ's hand balled up into a fist that made a perfect

rock. King put his hand flat, laying on the air, which made perfect Paper. He was determined to warn his home country and put it in front of anything in the world. AJ, PDX, the war, and even warning Russia as well--didn't matter. He always put his family first, and couldn't let his anger let them down now. "No!!" AJ cried, non-sarcastically whining (believe it or not...).  Then AJ sighed. "Fine." AJ whispered. I'll put my needs after your own, and--" AJ was interrupted by his friend. "I think the word your looking for by meaning by 'I'll put my needs after  your own' is the word selfless." AJ's eyes widened, then, he loudly sang out 5 words: "Yes, I am SO selfless." "JEEZ, you don't know 79 words?! Dang, you a dumdum." King commented AJ. AJ's face flushed red, then sighed. "The next train will be coming at 9:00 AM in the morning. Let's sneak into that castle again and see when the war will strike." AJ educated his 

rude but always will be my friend friend. Then, they snuck past Farmer-Dug's farm, but the duo chuckled once they saw he still had a bruise from the rake, and a little opening to it that was bleeding dark-red. Then, they heard him whisper, "Dank Ferrik, those stupid kids.", but didn't care and kept chuckling, then started laughing, and Dug heard. "Hey! Respect your elders, CJ and Zking!" They still chuckled, then King shouted, "You got our names wrong, sucker!" The Farmer was furious, and felt abused. Then, he snapped, "Then what are they?!!!!!!!!!!!!" While his face was still a fuming, dark red, they both said, "Its AJ and King, not CJ and Zking, idiot!" Then laughed more. By the time the Farmer turned to face them, they were gone, going toward the castle. "KIDS!!!!!!!!!!!!" The Farmer screamed, and his voice destroyed glass far above him, and the glass fell on him. "OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW" He screamed. And, reader,

just to tell you, no period means you don't want to talk about how bad or good it was. Now, let's continue...

King and AJ wanted their wish of not getting spotted in the castle to come true, but it was not. They were found, and caged, and found, and caged. They were wondering if they would ever escape when a small, sharp voice came from the 9th corner of the room. "Hey. I'm Venessa. I know you in 4th grade, King. Because, I'm a immigrant from Sweden like you are, King Felix Slaughtertooth." Venessa stirred. She was right. That was King's full name. King Felix Slaughtertooth. Then, Venessa, with a blond ponytail and a rainbow dress, unlocked them from their cell. "Are you the princess?" King asked, noticing she was wearing a crown. "Indeed I am." Venessa answered. "Though, every day, I have to

clean ass--" She paused, noticing that King's and AJ's faces were blank. Then she resumed. "Id pits. Heh heh." Then, AJ chimed into the conversation. "Nope--you actually clean BUTTS! Because that's what 'ass' means!" "No it does NOT!!!!!!!!!!" Venessa's face snapped off. Then, she quickly whispered, "See you after war, Slaughtertooth." And waved to the duo. Then, they snuck to the throne room, and again overheard the 4  kings and 4 queens talking again. "The war will strike 8:59 PM, so the Night Witches can bomb Sweden." The boys had heard enough and patrolled out of the castle. "Ok, so one train strikes 2:00 PM, so we should get there at 7:00 PM before the war, the we'll have a Hour and Fifty-Nine minutes to tell Russia and Sweden. Russia is very close by, so let's do that first. Riding a Caravan will take only 20 minutes off our time, so we'll be fine. Then, Sweden!" AJ told his quivering friend.

Chapter6: Russia's Reaper

The boys traveled to Russia as fast as they could. And, above all heads, there was a statue of a Grim-Reaper.  Ki.ng couldn't believe his eyes. A real Grim-Reaper! But, AJ yelled and snapped King out of his daze. Wondering what AJ was yelling? He was yelling "Come on, King! We have to get to the castle A-S-A-P!!!!!!" Then started running toward the direction of the castle. (And, Dear Reader: To get there, they used the fastest plane in the Milky Way.) King saw what AJ was doing and headed toward him. "Wait up!" King hollered. But AJ didn't wait. He ran, instead. Then, once AJ reached the castle, he saw a guard waiting near it. He ran toward the guard and warned him by grabbing him by