Chapter One
Present
December 19th, 2010
Location: The Mason Castle
The sky is alit, the bomb's after glow in the horizon. Smoke and fire seep out of buildings that this land was once proud to have resided here. They bleed black and scream dead bodies. The fire licks and spurs to the neighboring building. The gun power and the smoke, oh the smoke, smothers my nostrils and leaves me choking for air.
The smoke. The smoke is a mixture of our dead being burned, and what I smell is my brothers, sisters, aunts, and uncle's dead bodies. The other part of this twisted mixture is our land being pilfered and raped. Building being burn and our hope abandoning us.
The bodies of those who hadn't needed to die but die in the name of hatred or to protect their people. We both are piled on top of one another, readying to be burned and have their ashes poured on to the ground and continue the cycle of life. In death nothing matters anymore, for only then do you realize how little it all mattered.
They hate us yet they made us. We bleed the same color, breathe the same air and die the same. Yet they see no similarities between us. Despite the fact that we have never caused out right harm to them and barely leave the sanctity of our land in over a thousand years they still feel the need to kill us all.
This war, this useless, moronic war has been going on for far too long and needs to stop for it has already gone out of hand. Alas, with new era comes new weapons which are my more effective means to kill each other.
A child no older than five is being piled on top the other dead. Bile rises threatening to take me over. I quickly, barely, stifle it. I spin away quickly from the window and look down at my grandchildren in bed staring at me wordlessly with their wide black eyes...
They are so young, so innocent. They don't understand why there is such hate. Nothing seems cruel to the innocent; innocence does not know how she'll change. Nothing seems final to the young, youth does not know how she'll age. Nothing seems harmful to the fragile; fragility does not know how she'll cower. Nothing seems cruel to the innocent. For you do not know evil when your merely a flower.
They are so young, so pure. Not yet tainted by the evil all around. They shouldn't be seeing this. Oh, but they are as much as I wish I could change it, and keep them in there wide eyed innocence as long as I can.
"Granny, why do you look so sad?" the youngest, Nula questioned.
I sigh a weary defeated sound. "I'm not sad just ... helpless and I don't know what to do."
"What are you speaking about? The war that is being fought before our very eyes?" Nathan the eldest questioned.
I breathe a quick harsh breath, "Yes the war. That war in whichyou should have never happen, tis see before you gentel eyes, and kind hearts. That war you see should never have been. It all could have been prevented if that naive princess knew better."
"What princess?" all the children questioned.
All my grandchildren are here in the confines of this room, for twas the safest. Five children all under the age of ten should be able to be children not the shells of them they are thanks to this stupid war.
"Children have you ever heard the story of how this war began?" I asked although I knew they wouldn't have known. It has been illegal to speak of that naïve princess's mistake.
They say in unison, no.
"Would you like to hear it?" Knowing they would, when there is so little to do and this is a subject most new people of this land don't know.
"Yes please! Tell us Granny," Nula shouts out and the others nod with her.
"Very well, but to tell you how the war began I must first start with how our kind came to be. And that story begins with the mother of our first King. Zoola Mother of King Kanamana, our first King..."
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