At What Cost?
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Last published Thu, Jan 12, 2023
A boy fresh out of high school is dragged into a bloody civil war. He sees the bloody hell that he's trapped in and tries to figure out which side to help.
As he navigates his new brutal life, he gets hit with bombs, gunfire and many other close brushes with death. He tries to figure out what's right and what's wrong while facing casualties to himself and the people around him.
With the help of friends, he goes into many dangerous situations as he fights for what he believes in, while trying to avenge his dead loved ones.
Story inspired by 'The Kite Runner' by Khaled Hosseini
NOTE:
1. This story is entirely my friend's (@MVCostales) brainchild. He came up with the full idea. I was first just an editor, then it progressed until I helped create the characters, and part of the plot, and put in some of my own elements in it as well, as well as being the head editor. Now I am Head Editor, Co-Character Designer and Co-Writer.
2. There is some slight Spanish in this story, as it is set in Latin America.
3. My friend gave me permission to post the story here as well.
4. Our story cover was created by our friend @fishysussy on Instagram. Show her some love and follow her!
TW: Blood, Trauma, War, Slight Swearing
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