When I stepped outside, the entire town smelled of fire. I realized that the war between two towns had caused this. Everything we loved was turned into nothing but ashes. In this type of a world, it was hard to be the hero. I am a survivor of this catastrophe and I rose from the ground. I looked at the buildings which once stood majestically with a heavy heart. The only thing that was visible to my opened eyes was destruction and chaos.
I felt the need to cry, but the sight that was in my vision was too painful. The tragic sensation I faced was greater than the sadness I would ever experience. I was hurt so badly but tears wouldn’t just come out. The rain started to pour down and I understood the cloud’s pain as its tears washed away my pain and embraced me with solace. The tears of the clouds swept over the destructed place.
The place where I grew up to be the monstrous person I’ve become now. The place where I experienced my first smiles and shed my first tears, anger and agony, magic and mayhem, happiness and hopelessness. The place that was once my home.
Looking at that place made me wonder if I was really that bad. Should I apologize for the monster I’ve become? No one apologized for making me a demon. At that moment, I had a sudden outburst of unexpected emotions. I felt pride for the things I have done but also some regret in doing them. Was it wrong to feel this way?
I looked over and I saw the other survivors of this catastrophe. I spotted five members who belonged to my town and five others from the rival town. Only, I don’t consider them rivals anymore. Right then, I found a...