Chapter twenty-four, Scarlet

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It never seems to end, does it? Does it? one tragedy after another, fate playing sick games with me, driving me insane.
Driving.
Me.
Insane.
Slowly, so slowly it's insufferable.
Losing myself in my own game.
My own lies.
The flames.
The begging for help.
Help I couldn't give them.
I failed them.
I failed my own people.
Our blades aline again, locking us both in place and yet, I'm still losing.
Disarm him
Disarm him
Kill him
The last voice in my head catches my attention, kill him. I can't for a few reasons, but I also know something.
I will not die to my fathers hand. I will not let myself.

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