Abelard was a shy, small, young Jewish man with skinny hands and slimlong, tallslim legs. His friends saw him as a brittle, little mouse. He could not compare himself to Sarah, a young Jewish woman with long brown hair, small hands, and perfect white skin. She once rescued a frail old German woman from a burning building. That is the sort of woman she was, courageous and a leader. In the month of September 1939, Abelard walked over to her window and saw something in the distance, or rather someone; it was the figure of Sarah’s body lying lifeless on the tile floor.

Abelard gulped. He neverwas not prepared for what he saw, Sarah's perfect skin covered in red.

As Abelard stepped inside the house, a dark figure came closer; he could see the ghoulish smile on its face.

Abelard gazed with confusion, and said in a hushed tone, "Who are you?"

The figure took a step forward, he. He was blondeblond, muscular, and blue-eyed, and inwearing a soldiers outfitsoldier's uniform.

"This isn't just about you. It's about what's best for the Führer.," said the figure.

Abel took a step back, and it hit him,: Germany was invading Poland.