Emma grinned despite herself when he referred to her as 'Private Hayes.' "I'm eleven-going-on-twelve," she answered, looking at him rather suspiciously. "And I have just as much right to fight as anyone else in this army. It's a bit of a long story how I got here, though."
~The Final War~
The Last War, ever, of all time.
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