Prequel: The End
This couldn’t be the end of the story.
Here, in this moment, after I’d fought so hard to make any other truth come to fruition. This couldn’t be when time stopped.
But how long could I lie here in denial? Especially as the last piece inside shifted, precariously dangled, waiting to crumble. Grass crushed under my armor and though I didn’t move, barely breathed, I was still baptized in the blood of my enemies.
Were they my enemies?
Looking back, it’s hard to be sure.
I just didn’t want to lose it. I would’ve given anything-- did give everything. This was the only thing I had left to fight for. Everyone else was gone. Even that damned woman. This was her fault. her death had come too swiftly.
The anger came and went like lightning.
My finger traced the letters of her name over and over in the dirt. In the blood.
As if that would bring her back.
The wind howled over the scorched landscape as a smile cracked my lips. What a fantastic idea. I had already shattered into a million pieces. What more did I have to lose?
