It was midnight and I could not sleep. I stood at the edge of the ship watching the moonlight kiss the open sea. It was quiet now, maybe too quiet. It is what happens when war becomes a norm in a person's life, peace makes one uneasy. My birth had brought about the death of so many people, and I knew it would not end until the tyrant was stopped. Ang did not deserve to die. Little Georgey, the abbot and so many warriors I had grown up knowing did not deserve to die. When the news of his death was announced, I broke down. The sweet lovely kid, dying in a brutal way, it really was horrible. "May I join you?" she asked, breaking my train of thoughts. I wanted to be alone, I wanted a 'me' time right now. I was tired of the heroic life I was forced to live because I was seen as some kind of saviour. I'm not a hero, I'm a mistake. "Look, I know you hate me so much for not saving Ang, George or the abbot, but just know that I tried everything in my power..." "Don't... Just don't... pl
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