A love divided. A brutal war never finished. So, what happens if the Confederacy won? What would it be like? The Union and The Confederates. Seperate countries on one land. So, what would it be like? This is our story.


"Sydney, let's go." My father drawled. With his voice stern I looked in the mirror once more before I grabbed my duffel and ran out to his side. "Have Martha carry that, Syd." he said curtly. I smiled, "I can do it." We walked out our vast oak doors onto the big front porch. I could smell cotton in the air. Harvesting season. Nostalgia twinged a smile at my lips, but the truth behind that kept it down. I looked out onto my fathers large property. Vast cotton fields swam for acres ahead of us. Slave sheds were to the left, they were white with a picket fence surrounding the plantation house. "Now, are you sure you want to travel to that damned yankee country? You could always vacation off the Florida Key's now." My father was very southern. The Union was the worst possible place his innocent daughter could travel to. He thought it was for life opening opertunities. Of course, he also believed all the oportunities in life were surrounded by cotton farming and running the plantation. I begged to differ. But even though he thought I was going to just study New York, New York, he was wrong.
"No, no, daddy. I really want to go there. I've always see Broadway." I drawled. Exaggertating the syllables.
He rubbed his chin, "Well, are you sure you don't want me to come with you to the airport?"
"No, I want to do it. I'll be gone for three weeks. I'm sure y'all can run the plantation with out me." I joked.
"Fine, but you have to promise me to meet with Cooper when you return." he said. I sucked in a deep breath, the last thing I wanted to do was meet with Cooper Sutter. The most bigotted boy I'd ever laid eyes on. He may be easy to look at with his deep azul eyes, and wheat colored hair. But behind that sly smile was a cunning fox.
"Fine. I suppose I oblige. But I have to be off or I'm going to miss my flight. I love you, daddy." I say as I wrap my arms around him like I was little and hop into the big black SUV. Being a Southern daughter didn't have your perkswhen you were on the wrong country. Faking the accent you were born to drawl. Being mean to people you believe had freedom. I was on the wrong side of the fence, and I was returning to the right side. "Let's go, Gaylen." I say, returning to my normal voice and tone.
"I'm going to miss you, Madam." Gaylen says, sweat dripping down his dark chocolate brown skin.
I smile softly, "I know. But I'll be back soon. It'll only be three weeks and I'll get information."
Gaylen stiffled a smile, "I sure hope so, Miss. I don't know what's going to happen."
"I'll tell you what's going to happen; The Confederacy will be no more, and slavery will be abolished. You're my best friend, Gaylen. I'll make sure you see Beth again."
"Are you sure, Syd? It feels like I've been in the cotton fields for centuries. When will it be over?" He asks, his eyes filled with grief.
"I'm positive. If Ry's right, you won't be in those fields for too much longer. No longer will whip marks enter your skin, Gaylen." I say softly. My voice filling with empathy.
A sigh of optimism escapes his lips, "I hope you're right, Syd. I better get you to the airport before your father thinks other wise."
"You're right. Let's go. The sooner the better."


"That's bullshit!" I yell.
"Ryan, calm down." Damen says.
"Calm down? We have to move sooner!"
"We can't. If we move too soon all will be lost. Be patient." he says. I run my hand through my hair, calming myself. "And anyway, in two hours you need to be picking up Sydney at the airport. She's the biggest asset."