Cruel Fates

(1) Prior

       In the end, everyone will be your enemy. When the situation calls for it, people will turn their backs on you when you no longer serve of any use to them. You could be bleeding all over the damn ground, have your guts spilling out, just on the verge of death, but they won't care. They rather save their own behinds than ever help you. Everyone is betrayed at some point or another, it's only a matter of time. That's one of the things us humans are good at, after all. I know, I know because I, too, was betrayed by those who I once called my comrades. By those who I once called my friends. 

       Ever since that day, that oh so awful day, I learned to rely on only myself because really, why bother? In a world where evil rules, it's only a matter of time until everyone becomes corrupted and everyone just kills each other to be the strongest of them all. Too bad they'll never be that. In a world where demonic forces rules the world and where the magical beings with the actual power to rebel are repressed, it'll never be possible to be the 'strongest.'

       I live in a country that goes by the name of Harnemia. Despite what the name implies, we're in complete and total chaos. Everyday, we, the little amount of humans left, fight nonstop to survive. Any breaks we're able to obtain is nothing but a seldom pleasure. I don't think I can even recall a time when everything was... blissful? I don't even think there was even a time where everything was peaceful. I think maybe I have forgotten how it was like to not worry about being hunted down by all sorts of things. It seems more like a far-fetched reality.  Maybe there will come a day where everything will go back to how it was. Maybe one day the magical beings will no longer be oppressed and balance things back out. Maybe— just maybe—  there is still hope.