The hummer buzzes as it drives down the road, the sky a odd shade of blue as fog covers everything else. We had been in a forever-lasting winter for about 5 years now, and it had only been this year when I realized there was a war going on. A war going on to stop it. The concept of fighting ‘till the death just to stop this winter was rather odd, but people were dying from starvation because not a single crop would grow, so it seemed right.

The hummer slowly pulls to a stop and I find a chill running through my body, but not from the chilling cold outside. A man in a black tuxedo opens the door and black glasses holds out a hand to help me get down from the suspended hummer. Everyone knew who I was, I had been trained in combat for years—since I was 6. I knew every little trick in the book to help put us on the home stretch to bringing back the regular four seasons—Autumn, Spring, Summer, and Winter—that cycled through every few months or so.

“Are you Sinthia Hall?” The man asks, his voice was smooth and unsettling. He had done this before.

I nod and clench my fists tightly. His face turns grim as he sees the cold determination in my eyes, the calculated percision is every step I take as we walk towards the battlefield. The rubble and destruction was hard to manuever around and I felt another chill run down my spine as I see something under the rubble that look too much like a dead body. My combat boots clink along the debilitated street as the roads get more destroyed and destroyed the farther in we walk.

“Ready for this, Hall?” His voice says again.

“Ready as I’ll ever be..” I reply grimly, my eyes narrowing as the wind bites into my face and makes my eyes water.

Battle wasn’t easy, it never would be. But I would do it all without hesitation.

As my blood cools I finally realize I was ready.

Ready for war.