Just a random thought-

Picture this, being born in a lineage of people who have been driven out of their homeland just because of a trait you can't help but be born with. They could not be satisfied with just cornering your predecessors, they wanted to annihilate them. By miracle, your people survive the cleansing.

Little did anyone know, the "miracle" was only a delay of the inevitable, and possibly an even more horrifying end to your bloodline. You did not ask for that, you just wanted to live in peace. If acceptance is the summit, you are content with the foot that is indifference.

But desire, the seed of disaster had already been sown. The royal family's blood has been tainted by desire. A hunger for their tormenters to pay a price. A passion to hold close, the ore they deem divine. Herds of sheep follow their words in awe. Their faith, far more resilient than steel.

You try not to associate yourself with them for you only want a simple life even if it means a life in hiding. Alas, your kin have already made their choice. To make enemy of the people who drove you away. The mikaboshi drew first blood in this war.

Some are elated by their victory while worry lingers among others. What if the Prince ultimately loses to the japanese sorcerers, would they see you as a monolith? Each one of you as their enemy despite being fellow humans like them. Dreams and livelihoods of your own.

What can you do? Perhaps you could overthrow the family and surrender without bloodshed. But would the people support you? Would the eyes blinded by faith, clear up to see the impending doom?

By another miracle, they would. Those sheeps, would they have imagined their God turning against them? Harnessing the power of the very deity they worship, six sword bearers would descend upon your homeland. The scenery was hell on earth, painted by blood.

The people open their eyes, knowing their end was nigh if they choose to be idle. The mad family is overthrown, the war brought to an end from your side. Hope was present. Maybe you could survive by living under a new rule. You have managed to forge a better future for you and your family...-

The peace talk had finally arrived. People hugged each other, crying. Some out of sorrow while others happy to see some semblance of their normal life return. Your former enemy ofcourse has you agree to abide by strict rules. You are the vanquished so you have no right to choose. If it means you can live another day, you would choose it.

It was all going too well- before you could lay that thought to rest, you heard the words of that madman. "They must be annihilated.." It did not matter that your side ended the war first. That man who laid waste to your people wanted every single one of you to turn to dust.

His power was one that could do just that. Suffering. People around you were coughing up blood. Blood running down their faces where tears once were. You saw the essence of life leaving their bodies as they writhed in pain, futilely trying to crawl away from the monster. "I only wanted this war to end.." you utter to yourself. You curse yourself for overthrowing the only people who would have stood by your side. Cold creeps in, making you numb to the pain as everything turns to dark.

The light of hope had been snuffed out by a single, deranged man..

// if you read until here for some reason, have a 🍪 //