A message had been sent across the country. Everyone saw it. Every TV screen imaginable.

"DO NOT GO GENTLE. READY AIM FIRE."

The bright red message was seemingly cryptic, but civilians caught on.

A starving town had turned upon it's soldiers. The people fought, despite their ribs showing, small, frail arms, and cheekbones easily seen upon their skin. The soldiers were mostly able to round up the rebelling people, until someone screamed atop a building. It was an a sight to behold. All the TVs from the rich in the town blared.

"READY AIM FIRE."

The young woman on the building chanted the phrase over and over again, and pulled up something that made the soldiers gasp and go pale. A bomb. The starving people chanted with her.

"Ready Aim Fire!" The woman flipped the switch.

The town exploded. The sound could be heard from miles away.

Cities were going into chaos. Gunfire was heard throughout the day. A teen boy was pushed to his knees. The cities had superior tech, unlike the towns where Lyra lived. The boy yanked off his hood, his rumpled brown hair a mess, and sporting a black eye from a fight with a soldier.

He calmly looked them in the eye.

"Ready Aim Fire."

Gunshots rang out, and the boy fell to the ground, his jacket stained red. He weakly held out a hand. Blood splattered the ground as a final gun shot boomed.

The king needed more soldiers. Back in Fenrir, James, after having been freshly healed, played with a toy, wooden horse. His bandages were taken off, revealing the wounds healed by Lyra. James's mother looked away as she washed clothes in the wash bin Neither of his parents could look at it without feeling guilty, not after they seemingly sent Lyra to her death.

The door banged open, and soldiers piled in the house. James's mother screamed, dropping the wash bin fell and suds spread across the floor. Her husband walked forward. "Is there a problem?" He calmly asked the soldiers. "King needs more soldiers since the revolt." One in the front said, dropping a paper into James's father's hand.

Without warning, the soldier picked up James. The little boy screamed and kicked. "No!" The mother wailed. The father ran forward to protect his ten year old son, but was kept back by the weapons. "Help me mama! Papa! Please!" James cried, reaching out a hand. The mother and father screamed, but a soldier slammed the door shut to their house behind him.

James was put into a carriage along with other little boys, while wailing parents were heard throughout Fenrir.

Victor patrolled the streets of the Capitol with his war, having been taken back from his mission after informing the king of Lyra's location. He wasn't punished, which confused him. Victor had his ear drum, and was sickened to see rebels dying in the streets. He looked at the TV screen broadcasted across the city.

The leader of the rebellion, General Brooks, was yelling to the camera. "Ready Aim Fire!" Next to her, Fox stood, looking with determination and anger into the camera. "Ready Aim Fire.." She mouthed to the camera, and the broadcast cut off abruptly.

Victor bit his lip. "Stay safe, Marzia..." He whispered to himself.