I Don't Care

Chapter 1

3 Years 1 Month 24 Days

Loud gunfire and cannon shots could be heard, ringing across the desolate field. Weeping, shouting, cries of pain, agony and fear. The earth was barren except for the weeds, most of it covered in ash, blood, bullet shells and debris littered about. A normal day here in the terribly somber, tired land of Lecreria.

The land was always in this state of disrepair, destruction, desperation and despair. It was the host of an ongoing war, torn between the two rivaling sides, Cerima and Rimare. People no longer remembered the reason for the war, no one really cared to find out or were too distracted or dumb to even attempt to reason with why there was a war going on.

The Cerima and Rimare each had their own troops and government in control, however weak both were at this point. They were both barely holding on as any sort of group at all. The whole land barely was. Any sort of industry had died, taking the livelihoods of the people with it. The war drained it of its resources , places fit for sustaining agriculture was rare, and much of the animals around have also perished. People didn't live long either. Hunger and disease would usually take from the people what the war didn't. Everyone who died would be replaced with the next person who came around regardless of age. Yet somehow, the people still found a way to live, and they lived merely because they feared death.

The young were no longer really a thing. Children had begun to ceased to exist, no one lived long enough to become a parent anymore. Surely after the people self-destruct , no new life would be seen. Not that it really mattered at all. It was set in stone, everything here would die. Nothing would survive this land. No one would dare to approach it and no one held any hope of escaping to another land either.

Everyone knew of this torn, dying kingdom.

Ashley knew that. While no one else seemed to accept the fact that everyone here was doomed and continued to live life as normally as they could, he did. Ashley Ayres, a 14 year old affiliated with the Rimare. One of their youngest soldiers and brilliant one at that.

But he couldn't care less about the title. Or anything in else for the matter of fact.

The fighting, all the fighting. He was so sick of it. He just couldn't understand why they were still fighting. Why the land was so dead and why people didn't do anything other than fight. It seemed no one realized it's stupidity either or simply refused to acknowledge the idiocy.

He was tired, so, so very tired.

After all there wasn't a point. He had been living as a soldier for basically all of his life. He had been trained to kill and survive but he was never told the reason why, and he never got his answer. No one really knew why but no one questioned it either, no one brought it up and it got on Ashley's nerves. Except he was too tired to be annoyed, too tired to really do anything anymore. He had a plan for today however, he had finally decided to let this sorry excuse of a kingdom finish him. He had utterly surrendered to the thoughts that had been his head for so long. It was time he thought, he had waited long enough.

He stared down at the weapon in his dirt covered and bloody hands. There was no emotion expressed on his face. Nothing, it was just blank, devoid of all feeling. The perfect poker face.
The brunette then moved his focus of vision to the sky. Staring longingly at it, holding back a heavy sigh.

His legion had been preparing to attack the enemy group since sunrise. Spread out and hidden along the barren land. It was just approaching noon and their targets were stepping out into the soon to be battle field. On cue the Rimare soldiers started shooting from their hiding spot, taking the Cerima's troop by surprise. Ashley thought they would have been used to ambushes by now. Guess not. Just serves to prove how neither side learns from anything that has happened. He had started to believe that they were incapable of doing so.

The boy didn't shoot. While the rest of his coworkers were firing away at the unsuspecting group, Ashley's gun was on the ground. He had long since made up his mind. He stood up from his hiding spot and walked forward, expecting to either be shot dead by his legion or the enemy in the crossfire. Nothing happened however, both sides had stopped firing the some moments before he had stepped out. The reason for this was very apparent. Out in the middle of the field between the two troops was another person. Now this was only odd for one particular reason, they didn't bear an allegiance to either side of the war. 

See, the two sides needed a way to identify people, and what better way than to mark them with something noticeable? Rimare had settled with a red insignia that marked most of their neck and their clothing all had traces of red somewhere, usually a red band on the arm or leg. Cerima similarly, made a blue insignia, marking most of one's forearm and hand and their clothing too like Rimare had their associated color on it.

But this person had neither. No marking on the neck and no blue showing on their hand. They weren't wearing any traces of red or blue, their outfit was completely grey scale. They were dressed in a simple shirt, pants and cloak, not soldier uniforms or marked civilian-wear. No one had even seen where this person had come from, they just suddenly appeared out of thin air.

Everyone was silent, no one moved except for the mysterious stranger who observed the two groups. They then walked over to Ashley holding out their hand before finally speaking "Hello there Ashley, I'm Soma."

A/N ~Tea Party
I'm alive haha surprise
This is series is going under editing since I found its original writing to be utter trash
I actually quite like this prompt and will attempt to rewrite it and improve it
~updated January 21 2018

Just fixing some spelling mistakes
~updated February 17 2018