Oneshots

Grief | Antartican Empire

The young rulers were walking around the now silent town, not a person nor animal to be seen. The once prosperous kingdom, now empty and barren, the remains of a nuclear war. It was an eerie night, rain starting to fall from the sky. It looked like a movie scene, but this was their reality. The war had been only 2 months ago, but it had felt like a decade. People had rushed to leave when the bombings started, but the proud rulers refused to leave their kingdom. If they were to die, they would die in their home, the Antarctican Empire.
"Techno?"
"Yeah?" They both needed a break, and this was evident. They were fatigued by hunger and a lack of sleep, and would soon perish as many of their brothers already had.
"Why are we still here? Why haven't we left to find a new home yet?"
"This is our home Phil, and I refuse to leave it. And even if that means my death, I will die with honor."
"I guess."
"I wish I had control of what had happened. We would still be living a good life, with Pete and Wisp by our side. And we would still have our son, Tommy." They had adopted young Tommy only 10 months ago, when he was 12 years old.
"He would've just celebrated his 13th birthday. We would've had a party." One of the early stages of grief, looking at what had and would've come. Sometimes it's good to look back at the old days, thought Techno.
"It always hurts to see young lives being cut so short."
"So many children died in those bombings, so many people lost their lives to those cruel people. Those cruel people with their commander, Wilbur Soot."
"Wilbur will pay for his acts Techno, we will make him pay."
"Yes. Yes we will."