I stood in stony silence. Staring out the window, down at the trickle of my former rebels leaving the fortifications we'd worked so hard to build and defend. They'd given up. Decided, after listening to the woman in charge of the invaders, that they had a better chance at a better life if they gave in. They were more the fools.
Though I could only guess that they, as they looked back one last time up at our defenses, thought I was the fool. That I should surrender as well and give in.
The corner of my mouth twitched.
The battle wasn't yet ended.
They may have thought we had nothing left to protect.
They may have thought what she wanted us to believe of our efforts, that we were fighting a futile war.
Yet, I would not give in. She would never get into my head. I would never believe her sweetened lies of happiness. No. I would fight. I would fight until I died if I had to.
Even if it ended up being a pointless struggle in the end.
At least she would know.
That not everyone accepted the invaders at first.
No. I would never accept them.
And I would protect what I had left.
Until it was torn from my cold corpse.
I would still fight.
-Inspiration from a dream I had last night.
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