Surrender Or Fight

Chapter 2

           The royal horn was blown signing the beginning of the competition.
I watched with the crowd as one of the King's warrior and a male peasant started fighting, the peasant was weak and was wondering over by the King's warrior.
     
One of the competitors was a boy who i guessed was a bit older than me, he had a well built body structure that would make any girl Drull except me of course.

The white shirt he wore showing off his daring muscles, he raised the sword with ease  his blue eyes studying the warrior opposite him.

The horn was blown and I watched in awe as he began to fight.

"He's so handsome ", said one of the girls giggling beside me.
  
I wasn't in love with him like these love struck girls beside me, I was in love with his skills, the way he moved in sync with the sword, the he tackled the warrior down was stunning.

"And the winner of this round is thomas Brooke ", a guy says raising the hand of the guy which I now know his name is thomas.

He left the fighting ground and headed towards the crowd but not before stealing a glance at me, his pink lips turn up into a smirk.
I turn to watch the next person fight not caring about him at all.

Many others fought but one by one they all failed, they were all bad fighters, some i guessed have never touched a sword before.

I smiled remembering how my father would always train me on how to use a sword and how he sometimes let me win when we fought.

I had guessed him to be a little younger than me, at first he couldn't lift the sword, he couldn't even swing well, the warrior laughed swinging her sword against the boy, the boy winced in pain as the sword cut his arm.

The warrior pushed the boy and he fell, the warrior bent towards the boy and said the motto for war.
                  
" First to bleed, first to die ", the warrior laughed raising his sword to finish off the boy.

But before the sword could reach him, I saw myself on my feet towards the warrior, grabbing the boys sword from the ground.
      
                   I blocked the warrior's attack, he was shocked at first but soon recovered and became solemn.

I pushed his sword away from mine and we fought, me using the skills i had been taught at my fighting lessons.
I dogged, rolled, tumbled, fell but still i continued to fight.

This is wrong, this is very wrong, mum told me not to do this but this is right, I have to avenge dad's death.

I was young and agile, fast enough to cut the leg of the warrior open, he staggered back in pain and I used the opportunity to finish him. Raising my leg i pushed him by the chest and this time, he fell.

I walked over to him, putting the tip of my sword on his neck and smiled

"The first to bleed is the first to die, isn't it ".

  A round of applause soon surrounded me and I was happy, not until I heard that familiar voice.

"Gwen?, Gwen, come here right thus instance ", my mother shouted amongst the round of applause and somehow i was still able to hear her voice.

I turned seeing the annoyed face of my mother and I walked towards her.

By now the whole crowd is staring at us, she pulled my ear and dragged me with her.

"What did I tell you Gwen?, no competition, didn't I say that huh, so you disobeyed me ", she continued dragging my ear .

"Hey!, you can't just take her away ", the warrior i had fought said and my mum stopped, me stopping as well.

"She's the winner of the competition and the king declared that whoever wins joins his best warriors to fight the Mycrians, and she won't so she has to fight the Mycrians ", he concluded walking over to us.
Mum please don't make a scene

"She's not going anywhere ", my mum sneers

" But the King's commands you that ........",

"I don't care, you guys take the best warriors to battle but how do they always come back, how did my husband come back.............dead ", and with that we left.
    
When we got home, my mum's tantrum began

"so you disobeyed me and went ahead to get yourself killed huh, to die just like your father, do you hate me so much that you want yo leave me in this world alone, you see a ticket to death and you take it huh, answer me ", my mum shouted, screamed, cried and I couldn't say anything.

I felt so bad for her, she loved my dad so much that it hurts to even think about him now that he's gone.
                                                                                           
               That night I had the nightmare I always have of how my dad died and I couldn't sleep for the rest of the night till the next morning.

OK so I really think Gwen's mum is over exaggerating about the whole competition stuff but somehow I don't blame her cause surely no mother would want to hear ' oh hey your daughter died in war, bye and have a nice day' ofcourse not.