ItÃÂs been 9 months now and IÃÂm still here in this atrocious Jail ÃÂthe bridge houseÃÂ. It is run by the Japanese who are holding us as ÃÂprisoners of warÃÂ. But maybe I should start from the beginning since I havenÃÂt written on paper for 9months.
It all began when I was kicked out of my home by my step-mum after she abused me. Luckily I was taken in by a martial arts academy (the Dragon society of Wandering Knights). I had their card from when I had seen them perform in the town plaza. They were amazing.
At the martial Arts Academy there was the teacher Grandma Wu, and three boys who had little or no family left; David Black, Marat and Sam. After a while with them I gained not only their friendship but also their trust. After lots of persistence, Kung fu, and other training, I became a member of the Dragon Academy.
ThatÃÂs when my life started turning from a little school child to a mature child seeking for truth to find the Tao, and fight on behalf of those unjustly accused. Not long after I was sent on missions to help the war by assisting Americans and the Chinese defeat the Japanese taking over China.
So we left for Chuchow disguised in local childrenÃÂs peasant clothes to help American airmen who were on their way to bomb Japanese Territory. We had to decode radio signals to warn our American allies and this was a well suited job for us 4 children as we were easily disguised and could all speak fluent English and Chinese.
They had done it! Yes some American Fliers managed to bomb Japanese Cities. It was the first time in the history of Japan that any of her cities had been...