One word writing prompts: SIL

Word Eighteen: Island [hf]

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Anyway after learning that there is people from Japan reading this I'm so sorry pls don't go exact revenge on the Mongols you guys won (the war not the battle-)

Tw: Death. A lot of death. Really graphic descriptions that I'll mark-

Second person pov:

Songs I listened to:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9O4_awEHh1g

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As the night stretches on, you set up the last flag, and step back to admire your work.

Perfect.

It was almost dawn, and you watch quietly as the first sunbeam falls upon the battlefield, illuminating the bloodshed.

The colour of both your people and your enemies, mixed, so no one can tell the difference. There is no difference.

You re-join the ranks of your army, becoming yet another faceless soldier in the crowd at this momentous occasion.

The dawn breaks, and screams are heard. The Japanese have discovered our surprise.

Blood-red flags flutter from high above, bearing down at them savagely. Their job is to scare, and it seems to be working. A circle of our people watch their reactions from below, waiting for their cue.

The tension in the air is palpable.

1..

2..

All hell breaks loose.

The trumpets blare, the drums strike, and the army rushes towards the castle, ready to fight. They storm the walls, ramparts, and gates, killing any Japanese in sight.

One of the gates creak quietly. A small sound, but it catches your ears. There is another creak, this time louder. The gate is falling. Your people try to break it in, but get cut down.

Japanese 1, Mongols 0.

Fire. Fire blazes in the main castle, consuming anything it can reach, turning it all to ash. You blink, startled back into the present, holding your bow, hand still drawn behind you.

Japanese 1, Mongols  ̶1̶   2.

A small boat glides swiftly in the distance, two figures visible.

A command is given.

A thousand arrows rain upon the boat.

One falls.

Japanese 1, Mongols 3.

You turn back to the main charge, seeing that they have strapped Japanese to a rosary, using them as human shields.

The door falls, and the enemies run out, swiping at everyone they see. Your people draw back, a little bit of fear creeping into their hearts.

Six horses painted with red charge towards one of the chambers.

The whole palace goes up in flames.

With no army, the Mongols turn on the civilians.

***Graphic starts here***

A little boy stands, scared. You watch with unbridled horror as they take him, tearing off his clothes. He screams, the sound of helplessness piercing into your ears.

They take a nail, and gently position it in his palm.

'Tap.'

His left hand clenches as he curls up. The dark red is a stark contrast to his pale skin.

He stares at the nail with wide unseeing eyes, like he can't believe its there.

A woman screams, being held back by a man. His eyes look as horrified as hers.

"私の息子.. (My son..)" She struggles against her husband's grip.

The boy's hand twitches, and he shrieks in pain as the realisation hits him. He flails as they hold him down, preparing another nail for his other hand.

'Tap tap.'

Blood colours him, and he looks at you with half-lidded eyes, barely enough energy to scream. Your heart twists. You can't help him.

They take his dying shell, and nail it to the boat. He's still conscious, barely.

There he stays, blood dripping down his shivering frame as he hangs loosely, paying for the sins of his people, because they chose to rebel against the rightful rulers of their land.

***Graphic ends here***

How sad.

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I just realised that face looks like a capybara hehe

Might have to bump up the rating to mature bc of this T-T

Baiii