𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐊 (𝐑𝐞-𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧)

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

It hurts. My eye hurts. My ears are ringing. The ringing won't stop. It hurts too. I don't know what's going on... Brother? Where's my brother. He was right next to me. Someone took him. He was right there. He's gone. There's so much screaming. These screams sound so familiar. It's dark outside. Where is the huge light in the sky? I can't see anymore. My nose is full of blood. That's all I can smell. My blood. No, others blood. What happened? I was hit with something. Something hard. Something sharp. My eye really, really hurts. Where's my momma? I miss her. Am I going to die? Wait. There's a new smell. A bad smell. I remember this smell from papa. Papa hates this smell. Humans. He hates humans. I hate humans.

That was the first real thought I had as an eight year old. I hate humans. My views have changed since that day on the homeland, and my opinions have too. When I was younger, I resented the species for taking the only thing I ever truly loved. My brother. He was the only thing I cared about as an older brother. And they ripped him away from me. I didn't know it then, but their violence lead to something I'll never forget. It was dusk at the time of the battle. At the time of the war. The sun rose over the many dead bodies of my kin, and of those homicidal maniacs that invaded my home. It was dusk when I saw him again. Sitting alone by the shore of my favorite lake. It was dusk when I met her. The women who took my younger brother in and cared for him in my place. It was dusk when I realized that I was now at peace.