Jirting is gone
The Wintlow has won. It's over. Nothing can get better.
The Wintlow was a group who destroyed, smashed, and defeated everyone. Now the choice was hanging in the air. Go join them and live, my family and friends safe or stay and risk dying and family and friends might get killed.
I thought. Biting my nails, twirling my hair in between my sweating fingers, trembling from the cold winds brushing my entire body.
I decided: I would join....
I walked to their meeting place. The place they told hostages, like myself, to meet if they change their minds. The night was starting to fade. I ran and ran, panted and sweated, even in the cold. Tears flowed from my eyes everytime I thought of my partners.
"Your safe now Rynta." said a voice as I entered. As his face and body were in view, I gasped. He was my dead friend Fienly. I nodded cooly as he said, "I know. I'm sorry. Really, you are safe though."
"I thought you died. I cried for weeks!" I said tears now spilling from eyes onto my cheeks. He looked ashamed of himself and hugged me.
The morning rose. People started trooping down the halls, opening doors, greeting others, and going to the training area.
"TRAINING AREA IMMEDIATELY!" boomed a voice, flooding the halls with it's echo. Whispers filled the space and footsteps walked towards the door.
I followed, not really sure what I was doing. The room was incredibly big, bigger than our training area. Rows and rows of guns, swords, clubs, and daggers were spread on the floor, one on each circle three feet apart from the others. I picked a club, not seeing how dangerous it could really be.
"So! Want the good news first or the bad news first?" said a voice laughing. He walked out in full body suit that was black with X's everywhere. Nobody had the chance to answer as he said, "Good news.......WE WON!!!!! Jirting is GONEEEEEE!"
Cheers and applauses were the only sounds now. A heartbreaking, melancholy feeling washed over me. But some happiness was inside of me as I thought of how I got away and how now my family is safe. As I was about to smile, I remembered about what was to happen. Now the bad news....
"Bad news. Captain Likiv, Fring, Sequi, Wefy, and Vilg have sadly passed away...our best warriors!" he looked bummed as he said it and so did everyone. I was kinda happy, but didn't let it show.
Later everyone started swinging clubs, slashing invisible people with swords, stabbing the air with daggers, and shooting with the guns onto moving targets. I swung my club as hard as possible, remembering that people only win if they knock out the opponent, not if they won.
"LAST MINUTE THING!" shouted the same man, running in from the door. "NEW ARMY! NAMED GIRFY! FIGHTTTTTTT!"
Girfy!!! GIRFY! I glanced at Fienly who smiled at me innocently. Girfy was our backup plan in case anything happened. We trained our best warriors for it, so in case the not the best warriors die, we have extra and better warriors.
I snuck out the window with Fienly and joined Girfy, smiling as I ran to them and hugging my partners.
NOW. We fight. As one.