The Ruler of Westeria

TROW 10| Indecent

Xiomara

The numerous frozen corpses that were scattered across the ground were being devoured by the fire. Their bones were scorched by the flames, and the blood sprang from their veins like flaming lava. They were all surrounded by an uncomfortable blanket of screaming and crackling noise, dead as living.

I curled my hands around a blade that was covered in the blood of my enemies as I knelt before the dead man. He was one of my generals. He sacrificed his life for the safety of my people and proved his loyalty by defending the whole region.

 I had a sense of surrender as a result of the enveloping despair. My hands and gown were dark crimson from holding the sword, whose blood was dripping down and staining them. Looking at the corpses in front of me, I couldn't help but to ask myself. 

How many people do we have to kill for peace? How much blood does this cold war do we have to lose? 

I abruptly snapped out of my meditation as I heard a rumbling sound in front of me. I raised my attention slowly toward the noise's origin before by eyes bored on the man on the shadows. 

I stood forward in front of the opposition while holding my bloodied sword. My body hurts, but my heart was more hurt like its being crushed into pieces.  As I saw him smile when he saw me, memories began to flood my head. 

I smiled weakly. I loved him will all my heart, but he never returned my affection. I laughed. Maybe he did for some instances, but it was fake. 

I shared him my innermost thoughts, weaknesses, and desires. I showed him all the love and care he deserves, but it was useless. He used me as a tool to obtain information. He played a game with my emotions, using them like a pawn.

Holding my bloodied sword, I raised my head and spoke. 

"You broke my heart." I exhaled as I avoid myself from stuttering. 

"So now, I will break yours." 

My blade had already cut through the man's worn-out black armor and was already peeking through his back before he could grasp what I had said. The man raised his head, his hazel-grey eyes fading into pure nothingness. His mouth began to bleed, and he collapsed.

A lone tear escaped from my eyes. It was difficult for me to tell whether I was happy or sad. Although I had just won, I paradoxically felt as though I had lost.

𝐈 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐘 opened my eyes. The surrounding was dark and I could barely see anything from the blurriness of my vision. Muli ko na lang pinikit ang mga mata ko habang inaalala ang panaginip ko. 

What was that dream all about? It was a bloodbath. I was holding a sword, commanding the warriors to kill for me. It was as if I was a queen trying to take back my kingdom from an evil man. 

But how is it possible that I could no longer remember the face of that man? I was sure I had taken a closer look of his face, but now it's just fuzzy and unclear. 

Ipinasawalang bahala ko na lang ito at akmang babalik na sa tulog nang may maramdaman akong kakaiba sa paligid ko. I can feel the weight of my bed as if someone's beside me. Other than that, I could also feel someone else's presence inside the room. 

Umihip ang malamig na simoy ng hangin kaya naramdaman ko ang panunuot ng lamig sa manipis kong kasuotan. The night was serene. Ang tanging maririnig lang ay ang huni ng maliliit na insekto sa paligid. Maliban doon ay maririnig din ang huni ng kuwago na tila ba umaalingawngaw sa kadiliman ng gabi.