A cold summer loomed over the not so peaceful land of Sakira,where the war still raged on and none have learned the meaning of peace. Repetitive mistakes,the mock declaration of peace on land which they justified was the reason for all their wars. Irony never ceases to amaze people. The futility of war escaped the mind of people with the vain hope of getting peace. A worn out but nevertheless exciting goal in their mind,they set forth gritting their teeth with determination,killing people and being ruthless. The rows of skull whom they hated with a passion decorating the path of peace turned the blood thirsty crowd into revenge seeking saints.
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Battered bodies lay on the road,sprinkled with dirt and blood. Weary eyes watched the scene,scanning the bodies for a movement. He tried to be alert,ignoring the wretchedness of it all. This fight had taken a toll on everyone.
"For no reason at all",he thought vehemently. Staring at the bodies he looked at his coat thoughtfully. His glowing pink lyon floated gently beside him. The small diamond shaped object landed on his head bringing a breeze to ruffle his hair. At this the man started laughing and beckoned his lyon in his hand.
"Thanks,little man. I appreciate it."
He smiled softly at his lyon and murmured "Am not going to give up my identity just because some people dont like us. So dont you worry,we will get out of this war alive. Hopefully."
The war had divided the amonians of the Sakira land. Prejudice,hatred,rumours all helped to shatter the peace and make the people fearful of their lives.
"This time its against the pinks. I wonder who it will be the next time. After all,people want someone to throw the blame on. Just because my lyon is pink doesnt mean I am weak.
I dont understand what's so weak about our lyon?"he wondered.
"Nazim, you are here to help clean the roads,not to daydream. Silly pink, dont even understand the simplest work assigned to them."
As Nazim got to work,he smirked. He knew he was going to contribute to the struggle for equality of pinks. He wasnt about to give up.
YOU ARE READING
Bloody Pink
FantasyIn a land where peace was just settling in and people were trying to forget the brutal war,a group of prejudiced amonians took the sword in hand again and started a battle which shaked the whole land and divided the amonians once again.
