Yara Workel

Time for justice

7 October, 2137 A truck drives by and I dive into the bushes by the roadside. The branches of the bushes scratch my skin. My clothing is now in such a condition that they no longer protect me. I look straight into Rowan’s icy blue eyes. He’s sitting in the bushes across from me. Both Rowan and I carry weapons, wich is illegal. In my belt is a pistol and in the inside of my jacket is a small knife. Rowan has more. The weapons were stolen from the palace. Not by us, but by an ally; Ceder. She’s one of our dictators guards. Aeron, the dictator, could easily seize power since the breaking of the sun. It has only been a few weeks since it happened. Dark red fireballs as big as houses crashed into the earth. The world has been destroyed by it. The fire is burning almost nowhere anymore, but the chaos is growing by the day. Everywhere you walk, it’s a mess. People think that as they are still alive, there must be a very small amount of sun left. It's only so small that it’s always dark, day and night. It's terrible. But I was born to fight, I've always known that. I met Rowan one day after the accident. Through him I got into the Resistance. Every day more people join. Underground we were able to make a small base, where we can train. And that's what I did. Every day I practiced; throwing knives, shooting and fighting with my bare hands. Maybe you think now that I am strong, but that is not true.