“And today we mourn the loss of a life, of respect, and a friendship. All was reborn into pain and
hate.”- Anonymous
NEVER GIVE UP
Prologue:
The night is darkened, cloudy and grey. Streaks of burning, fiery red paint the solemn sky. A slight breeze caresses their backs, sending tingles over every nerve, every cell. Roaring crowds and cheering enemies bellow around them. They stand, shoulders squared, feet spread
slightly apart, black cloaks draped over their bodies. One woman stares down at the girl: fastened down onto the table by leather straps, her head cradled in a hole resting below a shimmering blade. She is scared; no longer does she rule with a tyranny; now she is one of them; the few who lived to see her reign, who felt the pain. Sweat trickles down her cheeks, mixed in with tears. Her hazel eyes are round and glossy, reality now coming back to her, to hit her in the gut. The woman’s hand, shivering, lies on the wooden lever. It is stained with
blood and encrusted dirt. The girl is the last to die on the guillotine.
It’s time to end the fighting, the agony, the screams of dying children and mothers. But
most important- Now, is her time to bring a close to a long, drawn out friendship.
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Never Give Up: A Novel
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