Story by Iris, 13 year. 100 words
“Hey, boy! I have the key, let me through!” She shoved a dirty iron key into my face, as if she wasn’t clear enough. I could barely see her face, splattered with scars, in the dim lantern-light. She shoved the key closer impatiently, almost hitting me. She, the seventh, was a brash girl, but her amber eyes overflowed with fierce determination and I could sense unconditional kindness in her heart. I smiled faintly, stepping aside. She rushed towards the towering stone gate, without hesitation. I watched her disappear, overcome with both pride and melancholy as my body faded into light.