_________________________ What if tanks were never invented? What if guns and bullets were never invented? No planes, no jets, no missiles, no bombs, no hand grenades just you me and our blades. What if war itself had always been in existence, but never changed till now? _________________________ My name is Mark... or well it was until today. If the ceremony had not happened, I am near certain we would all still be alive. War would still go on but at the very least, I'd be able to keep the things I hold dearest. Isn't it crazy how childhood can make or break a man? Excuse me, it could also break a woman, my mates could tell you that. What's worse... your own heart being broken? Watching the only person you care for crumble? Or being the one to shatter another? I keep questioning all of this, and still find myself grappling for an answer. As a child war was my life. The only battle I never fought was against my parents. It was frankly pointless. They fed me and my grades made them proud. The real war began with Ryder. Ryder and I grew up with war. War meant picking up sticks in the backyard and using our pocket knives to whittle play swords. War meant rounding up the neighborhood kids and playing endless rounds of king of the mountain. Really war meant war. It was the real purpose of school, dare I call it that. School was where we were assessed, shaped, and recruited to fight for what we all had coveted to fight for. _________________________ But before we get to the aftermath of it all, I have to start from the very beginning. From the moment I picked up a blade of my own. From the moment I joined the Blade Union.

"look! it's the spoiled doped-up prince and his knight in suicidal anger issues." © jules johnson, 2021

This description is supposed to hook an audience...I don't like audiences though I have stage fright. I know, I know this isn't a stage. It honestly was just for poetic effect. That's exactly my point here, both to create a point of impact, and maybe help you find yours. What's inside? Addiction, Alice in Wonderland, and the beginnings of falling in love.

Ron Weasley has been her best friend since she was born, but will teenage drama and an impeding Wizarding war change things between the two? - "And I'm standing here with you just trying to be honest...if honesty means telling you the truth, I'm still in love with you." - based on half blood prince!! all the characters belong to j** but we don't support her bc we are not homophobic/transphobic/racist in this household and we do not condone any of that here ! :D - You can listen the the playlist I made for this fic here: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3D0ikbXnRq1kadMqHZUlXf?si=3DfdAkUwTYCtut7w6zCg0A !!