Thursday, December 19, 2013
Battle
White snow falls along the streets, mixing with the ashes of those fallen soldiers. Not even two days after the war with Larae, a faery who's magik became dark and soul became the devil's, our people were suppose to get ready for the next day, christmas. The castle stood tall, adorned with green christmas lights to symbolize our freedom and our holiday cheer. As i walked around the city though, i saw everything but those two things. Our kingdom feared our newest enemy because they had all grown to love her. They cried, walking through the streets and heading towards the cemetery, flowers in hand. Only a hand full of soldiers lost their life, but only because my husband brought back help. The angels never interfere with human issues, so he brought back his fallen angel companions. I passed a lady on the street who i had seen crying, but when she saw me her eyes filled with anger and she told me the battle was my fault. I looked with a straight face and said "Death is the beginning of a new life." and walked away.
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