Fate: The End of War

Prologue: Change

At one time, there were two nations at peace. Their names were Hoshido and Nohr. These nations held stark contrasts in ruling, climate, terrain, ethics and religion, but they still were able to keep at peace with one another, trading for resources to keep the kingdoms alive, and entering one another's celebrations.

I myself have lived through the entirety of the war. The time of peace was but a fairy tale to me. Most of my waking hours were filled with training in swordplay and magic, under the watchful eye of my father, King Garon. Before conflict escalated, he was stern, yet kindred, but after some time he became cold. My elder brother, Xander, wished to deny the change, and still obeyed every word he said, and did not question him.

My elder sister, Camilla, denied change as well, yet could not help but have doubt in him. My young sister, Elise, had barely known father before the change, and so she had no two views for a long while.

Father despised my doubting behavior. Blunt as that, he just despised it. He wanted me to be like my other siblings, constantly obedient and unquestioning. When they were around, I did act obedient, yet still asked questions within my mind. Whenever I questioned him or went about an order a different way, I was punished. At first with words, and soon enough, actions.

Instead of complying and growing obedient, I had adapted to punishment. When I were to get punished by any sort of physical method, I'd wear an extra undershirt or two to cushion the pain. I had grown numb to voices, and grown more passive with each punishment.

My brother eventually started to grow tired of my attempts to open his eyes, and soon enough turned to me to say my words were empty. After that, I grew quiet toward my siblings.