Nobody expected this to happen. Nobody expected the country to be at war...with itsself. However, here they are, country split into two, District One and, well, District Two. The army for each district are small but strong and all genders are fit to battle. How it happened is really simple, two brothers with an ongoing battle to impress the father. When the father of the two died and passed the country down to the oldest to rule, the younger broke the country in half, declaring war on what is now District One. 

     Farah, like her names meaning, is beautiful. However, she never wanted to sit aside and let the men do all the heavy lifting and dirty work for her. All her life, she trained with a bow and arrows. Day and night, every hour of the day, it was spent training and it all payed off. Now, Farah is the leader of the ‘Distance Department.” She’s leading an entire department at the age of 17, height of 5′3, and weight of 120lbs. Take that stereotypes. 

       Garrett stays out on the battlefeild. He fights at the hands of death, killing and wounding. He’s unforgiving, gruesome, he stops for nothing. Unlike for most, he has a soft spot for Farah. Not because he’s interested in her , no, but because he’s the one she turned to when her father died at the hands of the enemy. However, that was years ago and the two have stuck together for the three years that has passed since then. One being the most powerful leader of all departments combined and the other being the right hand man of the countries leader himself. The two thought they were unstoppable. 

     This brings the two to where they are now, standing in front of the leaders cherry colored wooden desk, no leader actually there, talking strategy. “I call bullshit!” Farah exclaims loudly. Her long strawberry blonde hair is braided into two and falling over her shoulders, making it easy to see the fear in her hazel eyes. Garrett stops playing with his swords holster and rolls his eyes at his dramatic friend. 

     “Well hang up, then,” He rolls his eyes again and jumps onto the desk, siting on the wooden surface, his face softens ever so slightly at the fear in her eyes, but blink and its gone. "Farah, Keaton wants all departments fighting tomorrow, he wants to end this. Theres no way in hell that we'll win without the advantage that is having you on that battle feild."  

      Everyone in District Two army knows that the Distance Department is the strongest, but they're timid. Farah is good at keeping her team back until it's neccesary. She feels that the distance advantage as well as the strength advantage are those of desperate messures. 

     "You know where I stand on using my men while there are people on the floor fighting, Garrett. Theres no other reason to it than to save lives. My team could kill with one pull of a string," She adjusts the quiver on her back and begins walking away, however, Garrett grabs said quiver to keep her from leaving. "Let me go or so help me I'll-"

     "You don't have the strength to do anything to me without your bow. You will put your men in the battle tomorrow, you will lead them, and you will put your personal reasoning behind you. If not, consider yourself and your men let go," Garrett lets go of the younger girl and the silence in the room is only broken by the heavy breathing of the two. Garrett sighs and rubs down his face with his hand. "Look, you know that I care about you, but I care about the safety of the district too. We have to do this."

     "My men are ruthless, they will shoot and shoot until everyone on the other side surrenders or dies. What if one falls short? That arrow can hit and kill anyone on our side. Our fighters can die, our leader can die-"

     "Farah."

     "Garrett, you can die!" 

     Again, silence. Garretts eyes are wide, it all falling into place. The one person she has left that hasn't died puts his life on the line everyday while Farah is behind high walls, fighting from a distance, and watching with scared eyes. No wonder she doesn't want to send her district into fight. But this is Garretts home and in order to keep it safe, people need to suffer. 

     He takes a step closer and grabs an arrow from the girls quiver, pressing it in her hands and taking a shaky breath, Farah shaking her head slowly.

     "Then kill me."