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Should I be afraid, or should I be proud?
Since before I could even walk, citizens feared me throughout these ashed lands because of my parents. I had never met my parents because I was told they died long ago, but a feeling deep down told me otherwise. I have had these voices in my head ever since. They controlled my every action and thought, which terrified me. Wrathful acts were not exactly my thing as a kid.
All I ever wanted was the slightest taste of peace, but no one gets what they truly desire; it's selfish.
"Fear the deaths no more," the voices echo as if to soothe me. "Your endgame is what truly matters. With no death, you will get nothing in life.
You will rot,
Suffer,
Perish."
I breathe shaky breaths as young children scream for their parents.
"You will never gain your honor; people will look down at you like a peasant."
My sword drools with blood as it lightly traces the dirt path below.
"You're a king, rightful of his position."
I raise my sword with fright filling my shock-filled eyes.
"You just need to protect it."
The air carries my blade and digs itself into the flesh of the once crying parents. I turn around to see the broken children being held back by the many other guards.
I snap back to reality with a gasp. I almost panic when I see the limp bodies that lie in front of me. Then I see the sword that's painted with the fresh blood of the bloodied bodies in front of me.
The sword in my hand.
Children scream from behind me. I look back and forth between the two, to try and release my mind from panicked thought.
Guards throw the small children in the back of prison carts.
"Oh gods," I mumble with a shake in my arm as I look back at the sword. "I am the second-worst thing to happen to those orphans."
I can't take this back. I've killed many before but not in front of children.
Can I help without another frightened scream directed at me? I'm already far past that point with my commitments.
But there stood a young girl. She was only a few years younger than me. She is a dreadful fit as the guards dragged what seemed to be her parents away. Pure and innocent, nothing but the opposite of myself. I've already ruined my chance at saving the other young children, but maybe I can help her.
The voices. They were practically yelling my name. "Let her die," they said. "Blood God, let her die!"
But for once in my life, I ignored those voices and did what I thought was best.
"Where are we going," the young girl questioned with a wobble in her throat, unable to speak clearly.
To be honest, I had no clue. I just wanted to be far away. Far enough to escape my past. Far enough to escape the voices. I needed a place where I could live freely without holding the reputation of a killer. I wanted to start a potato farm, raise some cows, and breed horses. I've always wanted a horse named Carl. What would I call it, though?
"Home," I almost questioned myself before saying it out loud.
"Home?" When she spoke my mind felt clear.
"Home."
And that's what it was called.
Our home, home.
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