"I'm not sure whether I'll be that insane if I survive this conflict. Will I go insane?" Luna casts a somber glance into Abby's direction.
Abby stares down at her chicken as she dips it in ranch dressing. "I've got you covered. We are sisters defending our nation. We are low on troops, yet this conflict is critical for our families and our country's future."
Luna clutched her plastic fork, her veins bulging at the top of her brow. "Screw the country, they didn't do anything to my father's killer. They committed him to a psychiatric institution for assessment. This country can piss off for all I care."
Abby stared at Luna, who seemed enraged. Abby saw her nation as a beacon of hope, fighting for people who needed it the most. Their nation aided the Western Outlands by providing food and weaponry to assist them fight the Northern Alliance of Midgand. Midgand was enraged and joined forces with the Eastern Federation of Trebien to mount a surprise assault on Flora. Not everyone thinks the same way I do.Although my grandpa lost a limb in the war, there are people who openly reject it.
Abby felt sad for Luna, who chomped down on her food in anger. "It's acceptable to be angry, and given my family's background I can see why you'd be angry with me. We have quite diverse perspectives about our nation. I will be your friend in this journey as we prepare for war."
Luna looks up with a slight smile and gives her a thumbs up. "Thanks for listening to me. I appreciate it."
The women finish their dinner and shower for the night.
"Do you want to go with me to church in the morning?" Abby asks quietly.
"I'll think about it." Luna turns over smiling. "Good night, new friend."
"Good night," Abby says, setting the alarm clock for 8 a.m.
Then morning comes.
As the alarm clock blares, Abby stretches and wipes the sweat from her brow.
"Turn that thing off," Luna says, mushing her face into the pillow.
Abby slams the clock, which reads 8 a.m. The church service starts in thirty minutes. Abby wipes her face in the restroom. She combs her red hair out, separating it down the center and lining it with anti-frizz lotion. Okay! In case anything goes wrong. She opens her bag, removing a hip holster and placing her handgun in its container. Abby puts on a white summer dress and red shoes. Instead of riding my horse, I'm going to stroll down the streets. Abby turns to gaze at Luna, who is asleep. She closes the door and says, "I'll be back shortly."
Abby dashes downstairs, out the door, and towards the church. I squandered too much time on my hair. Her dormitories were not distant from the church. Abby walks down the street toward Chapel Road, which was just a five-minute walk. I should've ridden the horse because of this heat. The steep hill and the scorching morning sun quickly caused her to break out in a sweat.
Abby wiped the perspiration from her brow as she got closer to the hill where the church was located. Abby approaches the front door. A sixty-year-old man in a brown stripped suit with a gray beard greets her.
The man smiles, bowing at Abby. "Welcome to our spirit-filled service. The Goddess Matra is with us and we will win the war."
Abby smiles, taking a pamphlet. The chapel was ice cold with beautiful rainbow-colored stained-glass windows. Walking in, she sees wooden pews with plush red leather. Fancy, she thinks to herself. The churches in the northern part of the country were less than lavish. Being in the country, she had never seen such luxury before.