Yellow Flower

Prologue

No one asked you to be here.

No one asked you to fight back.

You were born without a purpose, a meaning. And yet you are here, breathing, blinking, surviving and living. You continued to fight even when the odds are against you when the chances are scraping the number zero. Somehow you survived.

I was a hypocrite. An utter coward.

Can you blame me? The war went on for hundreds of years. I've never seen a blue sky nor a bright sun because the world was filled with bloodlust and violence. It tainted the sky wine red and the sun as black as the abyss. Water did not rain from the sky but rather it was the ashes of other races of the earth and landscapes that were destroyed from the crossfire. Apparently, there was once a thing called a 'rainbow' that arches across the sky – I find it unbelievable. I heard stories about flowering meadows that blanket the soil and luscious green forests that sprout from the ground covering the land. Hearing the singing rhythm of laughter and music in the air, not the howling of dead silence or the wailing of mothers. The world, my earth, was nothing like that. Sometimes I think those colourful days were just myths like it didn't exist. This earth was a desolate place.

We were dragged into this pathetic war. Humanity was not abundant in magic and big in size, so we were the first one on their list of extermination or slavery – every race was out to get us. We were the weak ones in their eyes and quite an easy target - we flock together like insects making it easier for them. We were cornered like livestock animals to near extinction and they think they could just trample on our bruised bodies like we were bugs on the ground.

I loathed them. I loathed them all, they could fight each other to the death, to their race's extinction, for all I care. They should take their petty fight someplace else where no innocent lives are taken. No more lives are being sacrificed for the sake of other people's survival. All the talk I heard from when I sneaked around was 'God this' and 'God that'. Gods! Gods! Gods! All they talked about was being the god of this godforsaken planet. I hate it. I hate the gods, I hate the other race – fairies, elves, mermaids, druids, every single one of them. But you know what's funny? I hated myself, too.

I hated myself because I was a god as well.