The Truth

4titude Is Not Enough

Its all your fault...

"NO!" Ang shook his head in denial of what he already knew.

Why did you let her go then...? ITS ALL YOUR FAULT!

"I didn't know!I am sorry! SO SORRY!"  Without a moment of rest, Ang's consciousnesses kept torturing him. Accusing him.

Its all your fault

"STOP!"

Why did you kill me?  Ang was suddenly faced by Pris, who now stood infront of him.

The agony in Ang's heart drove him to his knees. As he looked at Pris standing high above him, he coudnt help but notice the sadness on her face.

Why'd you kill me, why?

"I didint know!..."

You did know! Why ang? WHY?  But then she began to change, Her face began to distort and ang was suddenly sorrounded by the grasps of death. As he stared at his reflection in the pool of blood that grew below him, he found pris staring back, with the same agony and sadness that he saw before.

"Im sorry!" Was the only thing he could say, because after all he knew he had just destroyed two lives, two lives in a world left with only a handfull.

"So sorry"

Ang woke up short of breath, and short of sleep, but more importantly he woke up without the desire to live. He sat up and with empty demiener stared out into the woods outside of his window, out there life was just waking up, rising from the long slumber of winter. And yet this was a contrast to what he felt inside. But something caught his attention, from the corner of his eye he spottet something moving from within the wild hibiscus. After a minute of uncertainty, a white timber wolf came out, as it investigated Ang noticed the giant scar which spanned from her head down to her hind leg, a scar that ruined the otherwise perfect white peliage.

"So you too hold the scars of this unforgiving world?" And after what seemed as a comfirming exchange between them both , the wolf was gone.

Ang got up, took a shower, got his uniformed on, and went for breakfast, a 2 hour routine which he did every morning now seemed nearly impossible. But he had to get up.... a lot of people depended on him. As he made his way through his house, he was suprised by the desolate feeling that his own home gave, as if he, himself wasnt in the house at all. He sat, with a bowl of cereal and began to read the daily newspaper.

But nothing interesting was ever in these newspapers, nothing worth even the paper it was printed on, but Ang continued, searching for something mininful, page by page, title by title, until something popped up.

-- VALUABLE ASSETS LOST IN THE VOCADETH CONFRONTATION: WHAT WE TRULY LOST--

--What did we truly lost in Vocadeth? As the death toll is calculated, and the goverment tries to justify for this terrible loss, many speculations have risen from within the army, are these true? Now it is evident that the goverment forces hide something, something far more important, something that is not being released into public minds....

The confrontation as stated by goverment officials only lasted about 48 hours, but the death toll is estimated to be around 150,000 and the number continues to increase daily!

Yesterday morning, goverments officials were again questioned about the status of the Vocadeth population, and this was their responce :

"Vocadeth unfortunately has been about 78% contained by the enemy forces coming from the south, Altough we have not a accurate assesment of the death count, and the property and civilian casualties, we can estimate these will be high. Goverment forces have secure a line of defense against the offensive forces north from vocadeth , near the town of ishma. As for the situation there, it seems we have been able to hold them back."