by Camilla D.

Finding a way to not hurt anyone in a time of Christ is hard but you can manage because hurting someone is something that you can not forgive yourself for. The way we find ourselves in struggle, there is always a way to get past it.

The days I wish I could go back to my family are as strong as the bright sun. I miss them with every ounce that I have left in my heart. I left my parents when I was fifteen years old; It was either me or them. They begged me not to leave. I didn’t have a choice. That is something I long for — a choice. Whether it is to walk outside or the choice to leave your family, to be kept a prisoner later on to be bargained with to stop a war. Me and five thousand others, bargained with our own lives to help the king from stopping a war. We all know, all five thousand others, that without us the king would be nothing. If I look back I wouldn’t know whether or not to go with the king or be killed. One person dies a day killed by the king’s soldiers if they decide to run, which now few try doing knowing there’s no way out. Not if you’re me. I have thought about different ways to escape but the one I thought about the most — making the queen fall in love with me. She could let me go. I know she has a kind heart though it is hidden behind a veil.

My best chance would be to talk to her as she walks around the sleeping bodies at midnight. I always pretend to be asleep knowing that if I was awake making a sound I would be killed in a second.