Morning offers little comfort after a night of sheer terror. I want to pretend that the slaughter and senseless deaths are a dream but the silvery bloodstains on my hands tell a different story. Exhausted, I remove my breastplate and tuck that and my saber away.
While my brother sleeps, still safely hidden, I scrub myself clean. Dear, sweet, Jake, only five years old could never comprehend that for us to survive, I will fight again tonight.
Write a short scene with some dialogue between our main character and Jake after he wakes up and be sure to give this brave girl a name.
Email your awesome writing skills to firstname.lastname@example.org by July 11th.