Liberty

Liberty, the word sounded strange on her tongue. I had never thought of anyone but me being different. But as I looked around the room I realized.

We have a fighting chance.

He grabbed a dagger and looked at me. I thought for a moment and said one word," forearm"

I pulled up my sleeve and felt the dagger dig through my skin, it was painful, but a sign of bravery. I felt the blood drip down my arm. I closed my eyes scared to look at my arm, I felt a cool liquid being poured on my arm. He tapped on my arm to tell me to look. I turned my head shocked at what I saw.

My arm was fine, all that was left was a star shaped scar that stood for one thing, liberty.