AMELIA

　　　 

　　　

　　　 Father, help me protect my people.

　　　

　　　 With all my strength, I ran with the sword on my side gripped by both of my hands. The director aimed at me, swinging it right into my neck. It was merely an inch away before he could separate my head from my body. All my hopes were slowly fading away.

　　　

　　　I sucked in a breath. Chills ran down my spine as I ducked, deflecting the blow, and slammed my foot on his knee as hard as I could.

　　　

　　　 When I heard a crack, I knew I had broken it, and it would slow him down a little bit. 

　　　

　　　He shrieked in an...