bloody snow

Prologue

 

I wandered the empty streets, nothing but bodies to accompany my somber stroll. 

My arm was getting worse. It was no longer a minor cut, but, now that the fighting was over, I came to realize it was something more like a possibly lethal wound. Thick, crimson blood poured out of every injury on my body, staining my once clean, crisp blue suit. 

The kingdom i once knew, the streets I once walked with abandon, my hand tight in my cherished sisters, is gone. My hand is cold now, as is the rest of the kingdom in the harsh winter.

 I treaded through the deep snow, fresh sleet covering the deep red snow. 

The cherished sister is gone. In her place is a shell of a woman I once knew. Although, at the moment, I'm beginning to wish I never knew her. I'm beginning to wish she wasn't here, sitting on our father's throne, the rightful owner dead under her heel.

Under the rubble, I see an eye, peeking from the collapse of wood and stone. The lone eye, a sign of a survivor, a viewer, one lucky, or unlucky depending on how you see it, soul who managed to somehow survive the attack. 

An attack lead by my own blood thirsty sister, her greed and lust for power and blood driving her mad. This was the result of the god-forsaken battle. 

A single living person, surely a rarity amongst the bloodshed. This wasn't right! No, the ruler of phiriah was supposed to protect and serve her loyal subjects, Not force them into submission.

 Why, one would ask, why would a family so generous and kind, not only to the public but also to their own in private, turn to such bloodshed? 

A simple answer would be change. 

But I must clarify that this change, this horrible change, isn't good in the slightest. It did not use war as a necessary tool to end a monarchy and bring power to the people, and a new era of freedom.

No, it isn't as one as unknowing as you, dear reader, would assume. 

 No, this change was much worse, this change tore out kingdom from a limited monarchy built to bring the humble people of phiriah freedom, and stripped them of their fundamental rights, bringing tyranny to our righteous kingdoms front door. And in the process of stripping away the peoples rights, it also stole their lives, their friends, family, safety, and joy.

As I helped the seemingly lone survivor, which turned out to be two young children, no older than 10 and 12, siblings perhaps, I realized something. Who would my sister rule? With so little survivors, or known survivors at least, who would my dearest sister aria rule? With no one left, what is the reason? Was all this war, pain, death, and bloodshed for nothing in the eyes of my sister? 

But even with little known people still alive, I know I must help those still under her                    god-forsaken rule. 

It pains me greatly to even think these thought at the moment, but I know I must save the lives of those I have deemed unlucky enough to have lived. Although, knowing what has happened as of recent to both the royal family and the people, I cannot stay, and I doubt I will ever be able to come back during my lifetime. 

But still, I must help. 

Not from here, of course, but I still need to take some sort of action, even if it hurts to defy my sister, even when she is in such a state, her record far from clean now. I need to help these poor people, even if it means I must murder my sister.