Undaunted

Chapter 1

"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.

5 months prior

I gasp for air as I wake up from the dream, rather the nightmare. A slight cover of sweat appears around my entire body and I can feel my fight or flight nerves shaking. I hold my head in my hands and focus, it was just a dream, just a dream. This helps, a bit but I know it will come back, it always does.

I glance at my clock glowing in the dark it shows the time, 1, what do I do? I don't want to go back to sleep and hand myself over to my mind. This is the earliest it has ever occurred. After all today is a big day. Today is the day of the choosing.

Instead of going back to bed I get up and decide to have a bath. Once I am in the Bath the hot water basically washes the memories of the tremor that just occurred float in the wind. But they will return. My house is situated in the most horrible era in the most hostile place in the most emotional threating communities that had proberly ever existed. Life as we knew it ended, almost 500 years ago when it happened. The war that ended humanity. Many people dyed hardly anything lived. Us, the gravers so called by our ancestors, the maze runners, who roamed a world where disease,aka the flare and death followed every living thing, but they found a world where they could start again, anew. But they would be ashamed at us. So fare we have done nothing but follow in the dead worlds footsteps.

Nuclear wars closed in on humanity pushing humans into a corner of the world we now call the capital. We never had a name for the place before it was inhabited but wrong choices have led us along a dark road that unfortunately we cannot turn back. Occasionally brave souls venture out into the wasteland to look for hope and once return become heroes but that has..well never happened. Once a grove member turns 16 they must go through the choosing. This new tradition was started by our president lady grey, no one knows her real name and honestly she scares the hell out of me. Anyway the choosing is a tradition where the initiate must be injected with some orange syrm and then we must choose our future jobs.
But what makes me confused is how can we have a war without some other lightform out there?

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Hey first chapter. I know I know it's super short but I thought it was a great time to end it!
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