A Rebel Of The Rebellion

"No!" 

She vehemently shook her head.

Buba smiled, wrinkles forming at the sides of his eyes.

Seeing the sincere softness on Buba's face, Baron Rutherford frowned. "That girl is slowly weathering the ironclad warrior in that man, and she has almost succeeded." 

Buba was a major part of his plan. He couldn't let him be deceived by some little girl.

"Go home. It's late. Also, make sure you don't go alone." 

Buba said.

"You look like you're starving. I knew these wicked soldiers hadn't fed you!" The girl kicked a soldier beside her, causing him to glare at Buba.

"Sarah. It's dangerous to be out this late. Go." Buba's tone hardened, causing Sarah to grumble.

She angrily stomped off. Buba knew she might not come back for a day or two, but it was okay.

Tonight was his last night in the confines. 

'This is goodbye.'

He sighed internally. The moment he turned, hungry miners were behind him, eyeing his bread.