Never Surrender

My province has been the central field in the battle against fisticuff. I and my people bunkered down along the shelters that litters the city. The nation of Sanctuary has already surrendered to the invaders and yet the attack on our fair province continues. We know what will happen if we continue to oppose those bullies; the catastrophic outcome that will inevitably happen. But our defenders are not huddling in the shadows, but instead there eyes sharply watch for any sign of the invaders. They have pride of knowing that after 14 hundreds of acres of lands was lost, after over a dozen attacks against us we as a province have never surrendered. On the first day of the war, the people have hope that the invaders will be satisfied with the last land grab that they took, but the greedy ones have not stop. Again and again, day by day, the invaders come and ravish our province, and day by the people hope it was the last, but the invaders continue to come and the war goes on.

Peace has finally arrived. The nation of Sanctuary has finally surrendered after the minimum time, where a nation at war is allowed to surrender. But the invaders still continue to come leaving a path of destruction in their wake.

Then slowly, as if touch by fate. The people, first a trickle then a flood, left the safety of the woods on the border and return to the province. Young men, old men too old to bear arms, and even women went to the ranks of defenders willing to die along with their fathers, son, and heart. Together they took strength at their fellowmen, vowing never to surrender while breath still leaves their mouth and a beat still vibrates in their heart.

Hear ye people of the world! Hear the tale of bravery and romance. Cry for thee a flood of tears, for the spirit that gives honor to the human spirit. Fall on thy knees and be awe at the bravery and weep at the tragedy. Do not forget our story, when tragedy finally has come to pass, the story of the people of the Crystal Palace.