Feet fixed firmly into the square beneath her

She struggled against the tug in her gut

She wanted to stay here

Safe

But she took a shaky step forward

Against her will

Her mind screaming in protest of her traitorous body.

Nothing more than a desolate figure

The last pawn standing against an army of light

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