(The story was not meant to be offensive in any way) The story is mostly based off true things, I was talking to my one of my grandparents, about 9/11 and we started talking about the contrys that the torrerists came from, and in some places it was illegal to belive in any other religion then muslim(Again not meant to be offensive) and some times God would give people dreams of how to get way from it, and I was fasinated by this.
Name: Klayr Religion: Christian Gender: Male Likes: Starry Sky, Silence, When others are kind to him, and having fun. Dislikes: Being judged, being followed around, loud noises, and fire. Bio: Klayr was born in Arebia, where he was raised to be muslim, but Klayr had no idea why he was supposed to belive in what everyone around him did, But what he knew was that if he said he didn't he could be put to death. So he lied. One night Klayr was out for a stroll when, he noticed two figures following him, he sped up, and so did the figures. They told him to halt, and that he was to come with them. Klayr knew what they wanted. So he ran. Klayr trotted on the tough grass, how long would he have to run? That's when he bumped into something. "Who are you?" Klayr woke with a start. He'd been running for two years, and he'd been having strange dreams about a soldier outpost. Klayr had been walking for months now, bad cats on his tail. He studied the landscape. It looked formilar. His dreams! The hazy outline of an American outpost came into veiw, and he ran toward it. Time to get away from this place. A trip to Amercia, that turned out to be more permanent. Klayr was amazed at how advanced America was, and another thing, religous freedom. he walked down the street, when somebody shouted, "God Loves you!" That was a life changing moment. (That was all over the place, XD. So if you have any questions, just ask!)
