He just had such a way with words. A goal I once strived for. But no matter how much I talked, no one would listen. They would only seek him. From his advice to his rants, every word that came from his mouth sounded like poetry. So fluid and gentle yet fierce all the same.

His speeches were so brilliant and his promises were golden. No one was prepared for what would happen next. No one could have predicted how bad things would get. So many had put their trust in him and so many were slaughtered because of those promises. Those empty promises.

Those sweet words quickly turned sour. His anger and hatred overshadowed the love that once burned bright within him. He was no longer the same leader we had all hoped he would become. Now he was a tyrant, an evil force that couldn't be stopped. His terror washed over the land he once said he'd protect.

I know no one will listen. My words will never be as poetic or moving as his once were. I know that it's pointless to try. But I refuse to let this land, my home, be destroyed by his vengeance. I will become the saviour that he couldn't be. I will do what he had promised to do.

I will save everyone.



© Sam T. Parker