Anna easily surrendered to the welcoming arms of sleep as she lay down next to the old woman in the basement of the farmhouse. "Quite frankly," murmured the woman to herself as she succumbed to sleep, "I hope tomorrow's dawn never comes."
***
Sara was devastated when Anna took off on her own. She felt very vulnerable and lonely. Sara was a handsome young woman, well built with strong shoulders and firm breasts. Her curly dark-brown hair, cut to shoulder length, covered her neck and fanned out when blown by the slightest of winds. It resembled tumbleweed, tossed by a desert breeze. A wellrounded, slightly bony nose complemented her brown almond-shaped eyes and dark eyebrows. Her high cheekbones and fleshy red lips often displayed a hidden smile that emanated directly from her heart. She was neither overly feminine nor masculine in appearance, just wholesome, with a touch of modern-day Amazon.
The town of Galatas was under German air attack when Sara arrived. The homes were on fire and people were running in the narrow streets, screaming, with their clothes on fire, pain covering their faces. Sara again showed her skill in combat. She ran into the burning church, where many older people had taken refuge. The church's roof was collapsing as she pulled several elderly and injured people out, along with children who had been left there for protection by their parents.
She bandaged as many injured people as she could, until the bombardment stopped and the German troops began entering the town, spreading death. Sara fought hand to hand with the invaders, inflicting injuries and death on many of them until she was eventually captured and held with other women in the small schoolhouse.
At night, when all was quiet, two soldiers came and took her out. "Where are you taking me?" she shouted. The young soldiers just laughed in response, hit her across the face, and told her to be quiet. They took her to a house that had escaped the bombing. There, Sara saw many soldiers eating and drinking wine. They all stared lustily at Sara, their intended prey.
After a week, Sara managed to escape, battered, weak, and exhausted after being gang-raped and abused, but no longer afraid, just angry and bitter now. She found her way to the White Mountains, where she joined the partisans and stayed with them until the Germans left Greece.