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The Glass Oath

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In a world divided in four kingdoms, people are traded upon talents. The girls are supposed to do anything under a roof while boys steps outside the world and fight in the Tournament that promises a heavy price.

under these restrictions, a father trains his daughter, Flame to be a fighter to compete in the Tournament utterly forbidden for girls. When Flame steps in the men's world, she comes to know how badly she has to go to win the Tournament as she is a girl and NO ONE wants her to win.

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I fall back hard on the ground with the punch and grimace. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand with blood on it. 'Get up.' Dad orders as he picks up a sword from the stand and walks toward me. 'Can we do it later?' I plea but it agitates him more. 'Don't show me your weakness. I want to see fire in your eyes.' Dad throws me the sword as he picks one for himself. I outstretch my hand but only pain seethes through my body. 'I can't have fire for you,' I clutch my hand around the sword as I pick myself up,' you are my father.' 'In arena, no one's related to anyone.' He positions his sword as we both move in circle. 'Never grimace in front of your enemy, Flame. They'll torture you more. ' he tells me as he charges at me. I block his attack and duck down to strike at him from other side but he blocks it too. I send the sword at his leg but he crosses his sword with mine. With my elbow, I push him and swirl his sword around mine taking it from his hand and pushing him back on the floor. 'I sometimes can't help,' I say outstretching my hand to help him stand up, 'It pains a lot.' My father gives me a disapproved look as he stands up without using my hand. 'Did your whole life's training teach you none?' He takes the swords from me, wraps them in a cloth and hides them beneath the cracked floor. 'It does father but pain just hurt.' I take off my leather souls beneath my feet and my gloves around my hand. 'Then try to overcome them.' He places his hands on my shoulders as he takes my gloves and places them in a box—hiding them away. 'Pain is a dangerous illusion that our mind loves to adapt.' He pulls the string and the only bulb turns off darkening the room. He opens the door that creaks as he does and let me go outside where mom awaits for us with food in front of her. Seeing my bruises, she runs for me with a wet cloth and dabs it gently on the side of my mouth. 'Oh Herman, look what you have done.' She makes me sit on the bench as she brings a bowl of medicine she created with herbs. She dips the cloth in the thick green mixture of herbs and gently lays a layer of them on my bruises. 'You needn't worry about her. The bruises will fill themselves up by the next dawn.' Father, on the other side, watches his cut on his hand with water. 'She lacks defence power.' 'She's trying her best, Herman.' Mom argues as she wraps a bandage around my arm which bleeds with dad's sword s***h. 'She's just a girl.' 'That is the problem. In arenas, no one cares about the gender. She needs to toughen up.' Dad comes back and sits on the table. I place my hand on my mom's who is just going to argue more. 'It's okay.' I tell her. 'He's right. If I need to fight in the Tournament, I need to toughen up.' 'You are not going to fight, Flame.' She scolds me causing my dad to look up at me. 'This is not allowed. What if they ... they ... ' she breaks down into sobs so I hug her. 'They won't do anything.' I assure her. 'Believe me.' 'This is dangerous, Flame. Don't go. Girls don't fight.' Mom pleas and I tear my eyes away from her tears that roll down her cheeks. Someone knocks on the door and my twin brothers of seven years of age step in with a letter in their hand. They fight over to read it but I snatch it to read the name of the sender. 'Is it Hedda?' My father asks about my older sister while I nod and open the letter to read. My brothers look up at me, waiting to tell them the good news but there is not any. 'What is it?' 'She has sent two coins for now.' I tell them as two silver coins fall on my palm from the envelope. 'She can't send more money. She's expecting a baby and she needs it for the baby.' I place the coins on the table in front of mom who's eyebrows are furrowed. She is worried but I'm not. I knew this will happen one day. From twenty coins to two and one day, there will be none. We will starve to death while she'll feed her baby. 'Maybe she needed it.' My mom says as she picks up the coins carefully and places them in a jar with only ten coins in it. Ten coins to feed five stomachs. We won't be able to survive for more than two days. 'She'll send more money soon.' Just as my brothers are about to say something, an ear-piercing sound rambles in my ears. They both duck on the ground as it still hurt their ears but I've grown used to it. I look at my father who is already looking at me. I plea him with my eyes but they are stern. He has decided what to do and he won't back down. Losing the battle, I sigh and pull my mom is a tight hug. 'I love you, mom.' I say and she weeps more. I pull back and wipe her tears as I kiss her on her forehead. 'I'll be back soon.' I hug my two brothers and kiss them each on their cheeks which they wipe straight away. Dad throws me a net that I catch. 'Let's go hunting, Flame.' He tells me. I cast a last glance on my family before I bend my neck to step out of the short door of my house. I close my eyes and feel my heartbeat. It helps me drift the image of my mother crying, away from my mind. I sprint to catch up with my dad who has crouched against a log. He lifts the log up and dusts the leaves away, revealing a bag. He throws me the bag that I unzip to see black trousers, black shirt, two swords and a knife. I go deeper in the woods to take off my baggy cotton brown shirt that at least goes to my thighs and my large cotton trousers. I wear my black shirt that is skin fitted and my pants. The suit is made of stretchy material, the most expensive material in the village. The suit fits me perfectly as Dad sewed it. I take my old clothes with me and discard them under the log. My dad is standing just outside the woods. I stand with him and follow his line of vision to see boats coming at the shore and lines of boys dressed in black running towards the wall of glass that ejects electric shocks once it is touched. 'Pull on your mask, Flame.' I wear my jacket over my suit and pull my mask that is connected to the collar of my suit covering the half of my face. 'Ready?' To take down the four kingdoms? 'Born ready.' I say.

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