One-off short stories

Thorn in You

This story is based off of TheFandomPhantom 's The Hybrid Human War roleplay. It's also inspired by what I stole the title from. But that's a secret until somebody decides to YouTube it, or just knows it already. Anyways, here goes writing and stuff.
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Even the thorn in your heart, in time it may become a rose
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Rex sat on a tree stump, wanting to be alone. The day's events still rang inside his head. He was lucky he'd made it this far. He'd known what he was doing, but hadn't realized just what he would have to face. It felt so wrong. Even if he was doing the right thing. He felt like he had failed, at least partway. He knew that right next to him, was a small army of people, hiding, trying to recover from their first real battle. It had been terrifying. We'd tried to fight with as little killing as possible, but when everyone else's guns were straight at each other's heads, it became difficult. It hurt so much, so much. He wondered if his actions had caused more death, and it had certainly caused more pain. He recalled the start of the battle.
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The two armies finally met, in the middle of the forest. Neither was backing down, neither was afraid. They wanted to end the war. But Rex had another plan. He wasn't going to let the 2 armies slaughter one another until only one was left. So he closed his eyes, and fired his rifle into the air. It was a signal, to all he had gathered into his own little rebellion. He looked around to see if begin. Part of the armies, firing on each other from the inside,"I'm sorry..." Rex whispered to himself, his voice faint.
The commander looked straight at Rex. In the chaos that emerged, it looked like there was an open path between the two of them,"You started this. Why?" His stern voice rang out, looking straight into Rex's soul.
"I decided to stop fighting for a cause I didn't believe in. I decided to stop doing something I knew was wrong." Rex said, his face calm, but determined.
"But now you've degenerated the armies into chaos. Like this, more people will die! People you've fought with, you've cared about. How could you do that?" The commander said, clearly angry.
"You know why? Because my heart cried after every battle I fought. I am no longer going to murder my own self to fight. Even if it means betraying you, betraying people I care about." Rex said, looking straight back. He didn't need to hide his emotions anymore. He didn't need to be a monster while he fought. Not after this decision.
"So you're like one of them. You'd rather be with the hybrids then with us?" He accused Rex.
"No. I just want this war to end. Neither you nor them deserve to die. I couldn't accept murdering all the hybrids for this cause. But please, I didn't want to fight against you either. You were my leader, and I was loyal to you. It just didn't make me into a thoughtless monster!" Rex said,"Not anymore!"
The commander looked at Rex one last time,"I see." He then shouted in a booming voice, that could somehow be heard over the whole battlefield,"Everyone hear. This man, is solely responsible for twisting the men of our armies and turning them against each other. He is a traitor to us humans, and an enemy to you hybrids. Do not accept his lies. He is a villain who's actions will destroy both armies!"
And with those words, everyone turned to look straight at me. Some understood what Rex was trying, some were by Rex's side. And others looked at him with utter hatred. Rex knew he only had one thing to do. "Everyone, make a defensive formation and group up, we're going to retreat." Rex said. His voice was commanding, he knew it was the only way. The rest of the battle was a blur. Somehow he'd managed to get most of his army out of there. They went to a safe clearing that he'd found and managed to hide there. Hoping neither army was able to follow them. Rex couldn't handle being the leader for another second, so he left and found the tree stump he was currently sitting on.
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He felt like he really was everything the commander had said. He'd just wanted to find a better way to end the war. But here he was, leading a group of people he'd torn away from their friends and families. People who should have been able to fight without the odds so far against them they could die at any time. He'd felt so determined. He was so determined that he would be fixing his past mistakes by doing this. He'd made new allies, he'd gotten to feel what it was like to be a good person. But seeing the battle, hearing what was said, the emotions of everyone. It was pain and betrayal. Violence and sadness. Nobody won this battle. And so Rex sat, unsure of what to do. He tried so hard to do this, but it seemed like it didn't help. It really seemed like he had failed. Even though he miraculously got out of the battle without any wounds, he wasn't sure if he could ever fight again. Not after what he did to his own army. He wondered what it was like there. Did anyone understand what he was trying to do? Or did they hate him just like the hybrids. And he wondered about the hybrids. He knew they were more reasonable. That they all cared about each other. So having that be torn apart... of course they would hate Rex. That's what he thought. But despite how much he hurt, after a while, he came to terms with one thing. He was the leader of this army. He could not abandon it. Then the ideals he made it with would crumble and die. They had nowhere to go back to. So he came to a grim revelation. He had to fight, despite the pain. He had to be the beacon of hope for his army, even if he doubted himself so much. Even if he thought he'd done wrong. He had to keep going. The people who saw what he believed in deserved that. So he had to try, at least. So Rex stood off the tree stump, and walked back to where their "camp" was. He would be the leader, at least until the war ended. Even if he wins or loses, he'd made this choice. He'd decided to rebel, to try to save both sides. And even though the first battle didn't work out. Even thought it seemed like a lose-lose, he would continue fighting for that hope until the end. He couldn't turn back. So he could only move forward.
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Not day nor night, wrong nor right
For truth and peace you fight