The Princess
I remember the day clearly. There was twenty of us hidden in a clearing and waiting for the car to come down the back roads. My uncle, the fearless leader of our resistance movement was above me in the tree and had his sniper rifle trained, waiting for the car.Then we heard it and my heart skipped a beat. We had been lay still for over three hours in the dense undergrowth. No-one said a word. The engine noise got louder and louder and then I could see movement through the branches.I could feel...