Chapter 2: Killer

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I was in a vast green meadow. The sky was the truest blue, and I could hear the waters in the river roll over one another like people in a bustling city. I was wearing all white, clashing with my yellowed skin.

It was a long while until I noticed a little girl smiling up at me in a sinister manner. She opened her mouth, and sang:

Tynged ddig,

dod i chwarae,

distawrwydd dechrau.

Ofalus ohono,

nid fel mae'n ymddangos,

Felltith y Cyrnol Unkillable.

Cyrnol Unkillable,

Dim mor hardd ag ef.

Cyrnol Unkillable,

Efallai na fydd ef gyrraedd wynfyd.

Cyrnol Unkillable,

Dim ond gall un ryddhau ef.

Cyrnol Unkillable,

gydag un gusan,

bydd yn felltith chi hefyd.

Ddewiswyd, a ddewiswyd,

y plentyn yn dal yn allweddol.

Ddewiswyd, a ddewiswyd,

Efallai atoch dair yn byw mewn wynfyd.

The meadow suddenly flooded with blood. The force of the wave pushed the little girl towards the dark forest and out of existence. The meadow was now a bare cornfield. A crowd of Liberal soldiers stood guard on their side of the Border River.

Suddenly, a large assembly of Holy Men ran towards the Border. Their black uniforms were dull and unadorned, though functional. In comparison to them, the Liberals were practically pageant girls in their gold buttons and medals.

Then, I saw my Angel. He didn't seem so innocent anymore, but he was still so...angelic. His chestnut hair was sticking every which way, and his glassy black eyes were filled to the brim with pure, fiery rage.

I watched him, paralyzed, as he shot a man with blonde hair, very familiar blonde hair. I walked over to him, and I turned his body over.

I only stood there as I looked at my brother's lifeless face.

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