War Zone
The urge to say once upon a time...so
Once upon a time, I lived with mornings full of laughter, days that ended too soon and nights that twinkled with magic in the air.
Once upon a time I was a daughter, a sister and a friend. I wished for nothing and envied no one. I never thought someone’s world could change so drastically with one simple act. I was walking home from school the day everything turned to ash. I saw a flash of light shooting past me like a shooting star that had fallen from the sky. The earth shattering bang came just a second later. I couldn’t think, I didn’t think what all of this meant for me.
When I reached home, dark clouds greeted me with ash in the air and rubble everywhere. I was afraid of going to my house. I somehow already knew what was waiting for me. I found mom holding my brother in a death grip, eyes open and not moving. Her necklace was all the proof I had to confirm this was mother, holding my brother for the last time. I could only assume that father was the pile of organs on the floor.
Tears had long been falling down my face. I don’t know how I ended up inside the church, all I remember is a hand guiding me away from my home...my family. I have grown to have grey hair and wrinkled skin yet I still don’t know whose hand it was I was holding that fateful day.
A messenger came and announced to everyone in the church that “we were under attack”. The neighboring land Sthrive had attacked us, in hopes of dethroning our current king and getting betrothed to our queen, the fairest in the land.
Since that day, I have seen many wars fought in the name of lust, love, greed and delusions. When those in power lost regards for their people, lives were lost. The life of the baker who gave out free goodies at the end of the day. The life of nurse Ophelia who magically made every booboo go away. The life of the librarian who managed a ghost house. The life of George with snot always on his face.
80 years later, I still relive that nightmare. I lived, found love and had my own family. Yet, 80 years later I still live that nightmare as the flash of light comes shooting at me. My beloved holds my hand turning it red, yet I feel no pain. His afraid and knows this is the end.
