Undaunted

• Zoe Wilson, Grade 7
• Short Story
• 2016

"WHAT DO YOU SEE?" Her voice could scare anyone, "WHAT?" Her voice sharpens and angers as does her hold on my hair forcing me to look out the shattered window over looking our city, or what was our city. I see blood, I see war, I see fire, hatred, rage and justice but I must not give her the glimmer of hope that maby we have cracked under her pressure. "THAT IS THE SIGHT OF DEFEAT, YVAIN!" She leans in closer to my ear so I can almost smell the dead souls that she has taken, she whispers "and there is nothing you can do about it!" She goes back to her original stance and pulls my hair and head tighter making me afflmost want to cry. "ADMIT IT" no I won't. What I see is hope