Bite Sized Bits of Fic

Grandmary had long held close to her heart the sacred idea that the pen was mightier than the sword. Only words could mend what guns, bombs, and planes burnt and scarred. Though Samantha had long mulled the statement over, it was only as she glanced through her ballot one last time and placed her pen down that the meaning fully hit her. A great beast had been felled, a long battle finally won. For just one moment, she held every bit of power in the world, all of it packed into a tiny slip of paper.