Story Prompts Laid Back Contest- Contest 10 Deadline Aug. 31

Siara marched along her fellow fighters, the metallic clang of shiny metal hitting pavement repeating over and over. She felt the usual pride well in her chest at the sight of the civilians lined up to see the Imperial Space Army, Earth's last hope against the Invasion. This would be her last battle. Sargent Kone had told her this would be the governments last attempt to fight, and if they didn't win then... humanity would be forced to abide by the alien's laws. It was comforting in a way to know that whatever the outcome, this would be it. No more early morning marches. No more leaving your family on holidays to slaughter slimy creatures. And best of all, no more walking into the break room every morning to see one less person standing there. Humanity had been fighting these creatures for more than four years now, and the effects of the first battles still showed on the land.

Giant craters, traffic lights thrown to the side like dolls, and buildings crushed as though by a giant's fist. The army itself looked out of place, with its silver boots and white cloth. Siara's brown hair felt prickly in the sun's light, as though it too was staring at her and wondering the outcome of the battle to come. Tommy, who was marching beside her, stared straight ahead. She remembered what he had told her before they set out. "I don't want to give them hope," he had said, "if I can't promise that their hope will become reality." Siara wasn't sure about that. If they were going to lose, why not give them hope one last time?

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"Fall back! Full retreat! I said fall back!" Sargent Kone's words sliced through her like a knife, although it was hard to tell whether it really was his words or the actual stab wounds that stained her pure white shirt. Siara felt her heart sink as she saw his tall figure hunch over, a red rose of blood visible where his own heart was. That was it then. The last of humanity's best generals. The war, lost. But something inside of her burned. She stood up straighter and followed the troops to where the retreat sight was. Cries of agony and utter defeat reached her ears as she walked. When she got inside the tent she looked around at the about one hundred people, the last remains. "Brothers, sisters," she suddenly called. "we are the last hope. The last army. We aren't really going to give up now, are we?" Her tone was noble and caused everyone to look at her in surprise, their bruised and dirty faces turned towards the brown-haired girl with the burning blue eyes. "If we're going to die, we might as well die fighting for a good cause. So stand up, save your tears, and join me in one final fight!" They cheered at her and stood up to follow her. She grinned and held up her spear, clanking it on the ground.

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Twenty years later, a monument was created in memory of the brave Final Pushback that saved everyone. And in the front, was a statue of Siara Hue Modune, the infamous female fighter that led her army into battle and sacrificed herself to destroy the evil that plagued the earth.

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It was a lazy Sunday morning, and the town was unusually quiet. The sun was gently rising, casting a warm golden hue across the sleepy streets. The birds sang a soft melody, harmonizing with the gentle rustle of leaves swayed by the morning breeze.

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