( AN sorry its kinda short. I don't really think it matters though. only like 5 people have fully read my chapters so :p

Spicy Macaron

I was standing alongside some panicked citizens when the alarm went off. I decided that as the Grand Ambassador of Pastria, it is my duty to fight. I immediately headed off to the palace to suit up. On the way, I doubted myself, my mind saying "You can't fight! You don't know how! Just leave the fighting to someone else, that's hmm... let's see... better than you?" I walked faster and faster as built up rage from all the years as Grand Ambassador started to leak out. I had to remind myself that death in battle is honorable and not to worry.

As I reached the palace I was suddenly grabbed. I swung around to find a soldier holding her shoulder. I did the reasonable thing and yelped. The warrior told me that I was nothing and that Pastries like myself were just meant to sit around and be pretty or something like that. I'd already tuned out at "sit around". In a fit of rage, I pulled out her dagger and tried to stab at him. In an instant, he parried my attack, disarmed me, and had me on the ground with my own dagger to the neck. I have nothing to fight with. If I throw a punch, he'd kill me. If I kick at him, he'll kill me. Heck, even if I stay still, I'll probably die, so I closed my eyes and waited for the sweet release of death.