War is a Hideous Thing

Friends, enemies, in reality there’s no such thing. It’s just different opinions in the end and in the end, someone always die. It’s just like this. One group likes . . . lets say pepperoni pizza and the other group likes cheese. So then they go into war, pointless war filled with blood and loss for the people you once knew and loved.

And then you can never gain peace. Peace? There’s no such thing.

It’s always a disagreement. A mere disagreement except, one group just voices their opinion a little bit more than the other. It’s just a matter of trust and disagreement that starts war, the hideous thing called war. Where the familiar crimson liquid paint the beautiful earth as the peoples’ souls start to paint black.

But in the end of it, I always ask myself. Was it worth it? Was it worth killing for? Was it worth painting the beautiful earth an ungodly color? And in the end my answer was no. No it wasn’t.

Now children gather around, gather around me. This is the story of a broken girl who does whatever she could to stop the war between the nations and the Akatsuki. This is the very story of the girl who was broken with the memories of death haunting her mind. This is the tale of sorrow and broken words, where the world shatters in her bare hands. This is the haunting story of Haku Ryu, the White Dragon.

And you know what? She never deserved her ending.

[I DON'T OWN ANYTHING BUT MY OC. I DON'T OWN ANYTHING ELSE UNLESS STATED OTHERWISE]