Taylor's Journal, May 2020

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TAYLOR'S JOURNAL, MAY 2020
Banapur

Karlie says that the North is near. The last Royal Army soldiers that were hiding throughout Banapur have been discovered and the Golden Path has taken care of them, holding them hostage and receiving as much information about the Bridge as possible. I was there, for one of the interrogatories. I was surprised when the soldier had told us that he was scared for his life; that he was just a twenty years old man and had a wife he had to protect and go back home to. Eventually, we succeeded on finding out the most important and focal parts of the Bridge. It had three alarms, about forty soldiers defended every corner of the big outpost situated at the end of the bridge. There were two towers, with snipers that guarded the perimeter. The Bridge, Karlie had explained to me, since I had never seen it, was just that. A bridge. It connected two high mountains, one belonged to the North and the other to the South, and a river flowed below it. She had told me that it was a dangerous zone; if you fall when you're crossing it, there's the possibility of you dying against the sharp rocks surrounding the river. But the Bridge wasn't scary because of the huge height that separated it from the ground; it was scary what was on the other side of it. It was the outpost, the guards, and the battle that would take place when we would reach it. Karlie said that it was going to be one of the most important battles of this war. The outpost is now surrounded by a high and insurmountable wall, made of something that not even a grenade could destroy. We would need a plan, an intricate one, and the Golden Path needed time to elaborate on one.

We couldn't get this wrong. If we lost this one, the Royal Army would grow stronger, and we would be obliged to retreat, and the freedom of the South would be compromised.

The battle for the Bridge was going to be big, it was going to be frightening, but the hopeful glint I saw in everyone's eyes, included Karlie's, as she explained what we needed to do to take the wall down, was reassuring.

And it was then, that I understood what the word hope truly meant. 

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