The Head of a Hydra (YoungWritersShortStory)

I stood up, raising the weapon above my head with great struggle and approaching him

One, two, three, four.

Each step I took felt heavier and heavier, from the weight of the sword, the guilt of the survivor, and the war resting on my shoulders.

Five, six, seven, and...

I stood right behind him, sword raised high in the air, ready to strike, but... something caused me to hesitate.

I wasn't a killer, nor a soldier.

I was a medic.

I wasn't meant to kill or wound, but heal.

This wasn't me.

Will you change the war or will the war change you?

My story for the Hot Key Books Young Writers Short Story competition. Be sure to vote if you like what you read!