Irritated.
That’s how I felt.
Walking into the building that once gave me joy, as much joy as a child jumping in a muddy puddle, I center my mind on one thing. One person. One man.
From his appearance to his actions, to his mindset, I dare say he lacks qualities to be called a human, for no man could face him, no woman dared utter his name, no child had the courage to warn his friend of him, not even animals had the audacity to rebel against him.
A man like him. Wealthier than the wealthiest, greater than the greatest man, the most feared, most strategic, the most cunning, the most mischievous of them all. He had all things below him like he were the being who created them. All below him like the ground beneath mankind. All creations. Everything and everyone. All but me. No matter how much he tried, he could never have me below him, he knew I wasn't like the others he toyed around with. I was, am, different.
While he pranced around with pride, making creatures tremble at his feet, I trained. I prepared for this day. I consulted higher power, the power he would never humble himself to receive. The power that will be the end of him, the end of his reign, the end to the darkness he brought that surpassed the light.
I don't know if rebelling against my own blood is wrong, but what can one do when they are chosen to take on the role of a savior, even if it means getting rid of family. Family is everything they say. A place filled with love, harmony, peace, joy, and satisfaction. A place where your heart bursts greatly out of glee. I cannot deny that I felt this way as a child, cheerful and whole, but that was before I learnt what my family is. While others took pride in their families, boasting and showing off each of their achievements, I wondered. I let myself drown in thoughts.
"How could he raise me with such background, feed me lies like dessert?"
"They were involved in a car accident" My brother, Aquilla, muttered as he sat on my bed. Head low and drained of all emotions. Deep within me, I knew there was more to the story; it was much too soon. I was just 11! Not satisfied, I spent years wondering how our parents had died. 7 years later, I got answers. They were targets. It was planned. They weren't involved in a car accident. Aquilla knew about this. He knew about the business they were into. He's a part of it. I am a part of it. So are our offspring, and their offspring to come. I couldn't imagine my unborn children, or Aquilla's, in a place like this, a family like this, it all ends today. For their sake and mine.
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