Was It Worth It?
Description
War is something all of us have lived through. We see it in the streets, we see it on the news. There's no escaping the morbid world we live in. Some people, however, have hope. They put their faith in people with empty promises to bring peace. There are even those who put their faith in imaginary people; six imaginary people to be exact. They're only a myth, a hopeful mirage created by desperate people. See, desperate people will believe in anything, even six bandits who fight from the shadows to end the reign of war. I don't believe in myths, I don't believe in hope. I just wanted to run away. But in the end, was it worth it?
Foreword
The canopy of leaves above me opened up just enough for me to see the night sky. There were stars shining so brightly as if they too hoped for better days. Up above in the sky, there were no troubles like here down on Earth. Humans were dirty beings who rolled in the dirt until their humanity was no longer visible. Stars would always shine bright no matter what went on down below. Even when the sun rose and our days would begin, the stars would still shine from afar, silently putting their faith in us.
"Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens," I sang softly to myself as I stared at the constellations.
"Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things"
My voice was soft and small, but the words of the song my mother used to sing to me calmed me. Out here, there were no people to bother me. I was fine as I was, staring up at the heavens. I didn't like people anyway. I should have known, though, that there was no escaping.
"Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels," a second voice sang, startling me silent. "Come on out, little one. I know you're there."
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