The Fixer

I always wondered what the world would look like if it had not been colonized. Would it be a better place? Or still as grotesque as it is now. Though it hasn't always been. Once the people could dance freely with no fear singing the ancient songs of their people.

My favourite was hearing the drums being played by the first people of Calleaa. They said "drumming is the heartbeat of Mother Earth" There was nothing more I loved to hear.

So looking out now at the empty land do I regret rewriting the history of stolen lands and therefore the future lands as well. I don't know I can't say. My people had no culture. Had nothing to embrace.
They fought till the end, killed each other , fighting over what was left.

Cause without the first people of Calleaa, my people could not live. It was them who taught us all we know. It was them who built our homes. It was them who gave us bread and ale and welcomed us in their homes. My people slaughtered them in return. Taking what they had so easily, as these were peaceful people who had no need for war.

When I righted the wrong of history. I expected to not be alive, to blink out of existence. Only that was not the case, I was in the lands of my ancestors.
My family were different yet I remained the same, and I was in the land my ancestors left years ago. I was surprised.

Though when the fighting began I was not.

As I know when I decided to right my peoples wrong, they would not be able to live.

I just didn't know I'd be part of it.

I'm now the last of my people.

The land was quiet. The city. The farms. For some time it felt like the world went silent.