EMPIRE OF FREEDOM HISTORY OF THE AMERICAN EMPIRE I: THE WINTER DREAM "The Christmas Eve of 1777 was one of the most important nights of American history, for it was on that frozen night in Valley Forge that an soldier and an angel changed the fate of America, forever." -Alexander Gerald Smith, Harvard Historian, 1977 Washington looked, seeing only the white of the snow and fireplaces set by his soldiers, who grouped around them in an attempt to survive the winter. He walked around the soldiers on his horse, attempting to raise the morale, but it was hard when his own was low. He has been begging the Congress to approve funds and supplies for his army, but it couldn't even have the States agree on a constitution or even the delegates to show up for voting. The weak congress had its hands tied by uncooperation of the delegates who wasted time with interstate disputes, about border tariffs and territories. Seeing the bickering was frustrating to Washington, but it made him sick when he saw the toll it was leaving to his men. There were many without sufficient clothing, and many more dying of sickness and frostbite, hunger was also common due to the supplies never being able to reach the lines thanks to the Congress. Reaching the end of the camp lines, Washington was about to turn around, when he saw a single soldier. He had dropped his musket and was sitting on the cold ground with his back against the tree, he was still alive appearently not for much longer. Washington saddled out of his horse and went to the man, getting into one knee in front of him, holding an gas lamp. Now with the light and the closer look, he saw that the man looked to be on his 20s, with his lips blue and snow on his hair. He barely could look up to his General, he was with hypothermia, his feet and fingers even had gangrene. "S-Sir ?" He said with a weak voice, almost a whisper. "Soldier, what are you doing out here in the cold ? You are going to die out here." Asked Washington in a calm but alarming voice. "M-My partner and I... went scouting... redcoats... he didn't make it... I got s-shot... I'm g-gonna die S-Sir..." "You are too young for that, you have your whole life in front of you, soldier. I will get you back, come." "It's t-too late sir... just... tell me it wasn't in vain... t-tell me that... America will have a b-bright f-future... p-promise me p-please..." "Soldier, I promise you that as long as I breathe, I will do whatever it takes to assure that our children and their children after them will live in a better future. I promise you, I will do whatever it takes for this nation." "T-Thank... you... sir..." And then his eyes closed. History would never know the name of that man, but would remember Washington's promise. Seeing such a young lad breathe his last was enough for Washington, he went back for his horse and rode back to his tent. He would go to sleep after it, and then he opened his eyes to an explosion sound, the camp was under attack. "General Washington ! The camp is under attack by redcoats sir !" yelled Nathanael Greene, Washington's most trusted officer, as he slammed the door open desperately. "General Greene, have our supplies arrived ?!" "No, sir, the congress couldn't get enough delega-" An explosion knocked out Washington, he would wake up disoriented in a dark place, seeing a light form in front of him. "George Washington, I have something to show you." Said the voice in a calm authoritarian manner, Washington couldn't believe what he was seeing, he walked towards it and saw himself on the clouds. "Is this... Heaven ? Am I dead ?" "No, fear not for the Lord has given you a chance." The light revealed itself to be an Angelic figure, Washington knelt before it, and saw that down the clouds there was a city. It was a city with clean streets, a river of pure water and buildings of marble, with a closer look, Washington saw that there wasn't one that wasn't smiling, there was no disease or hunger, and all lived in perfect happiness. "What is this place ?" He was then transported to another place, seeing the opposite of that previous city. It was a slum, with decadent buildings, streets of dirt and the river was black of dirt. There wasn't one smiling, people had leper, smallpox, and all diseases known to man, there was infighting and screams of pain and suffering. "Rejoice, for you have been given a chance to save your nation, the first one is what America can be if you are its leader. But the latter is the America led by the corrupt and evil, one destroyed by vice and sin. For the Lord has anointed you as Prince of these people, like Solomon, David and all Princes of Israel. You shall lead America as another chosen people like the sons of Abraham, you shall lead a great nation that shall rule above all others, from sea to sea. But if you so desire to abandon your duty to the Lord, so will the Lord abandon the American people. You shall be given triumph over the British as a signal, of God's favor, the future of your people on the eyes of the Lord is in your hands." Washington woke up, sweat on his head, it was a dream of course, but for Washington it was a vision. He promised the dying man to do whatever it takes for the future generations and America to have a better life, and as the Angel showed him, he had to be the ruler. He was chosen to redeem his people and save America from the hands of the corrupt and evil, whatever the cost may be. And just like that, the history of America and the World would change forever.