I prayed like my heart depended on it, I begged any deity that could hear me and my heart sank as I heard the sounds of the invading forces. Despite all of my life living to the deities teachings they had forsaken me. I’ve got nothing. Why are they here? Why do they hate the Fresui so much? Why must they take everything?
I hear screaming of the ones who were caught, the scrambling of the ones who run but I only can hide. I look out at the orange earth, the red sky as red blood flows freely on the ground where the children once played. It was all once a beautiful green color.
Once this place was my home but now it’s the land where my loved ones die. I see the tent houses of steel and stone. The silver grey of the steel and yellow of the stone turned red with blood. Do they realise that we bleed red as well.
I hope that they all die, the lot of them, may they never rest again, never feel pleasure, never feel joy. But they will be fine, I know it. They will trample me and my home and go back to theirs with joy. Their families will cheer for them while ours scream for us.
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I hear footsteps coming closer. It's terrifying, all I can think about is them now. Pitterpater in the mud hateful movement in my direction. The drums of disaster come to kill me.
Until I saw a man with a mask, a firearm pointed at me. I ram into his chest but I’m tiny. My mother said I would grow big and strong but that will never be true now. I’ve lost everything, nothing is left for me.
If I’m going to die I’m going to die in a blaze of glory. I’m going to set myself alight and run to see if I can get one.
But before I can do a thing he kicks me and I tumble down and am unable to stand.
“damn children.”
“I curse this army.” I say through baited breath. “I curse you and your brethren, I curse your gods and I curse your lives. May you die in pain, obscurity, and misery. Just die!”
He points his firearm at me and