At night, Sheby leaned against the hut wall, her eyes scanning the courtyard. Only a few warriors were present, with no sign of the man telling stories under the mango tree to children, and no children in sight since everyone was now scared.
No one knows when the next fight will begin, if it will be worse than the previous one, if these kingdoms will destroy properties and claim more lives.
She spat, vowing that it would never happen again, especially now that she and more women could fight too.
When thoughts of that night came back - the blood, the dead body, and Amara's anger towards her, she closed her eyes. She had thought this would not have bothered her, especially since her mind had gone numb since Ahmed's death, but it was actually the opposite, for it felt like a dream that tormented her.
"Sheby," she heard her name and turned. It was Safiya's cousin, the one who had joined them to fight.
