[ElizaX]

2213 AC

There was a time when I was once happy.
All I could do was laugh and play games.

Now that's all over.

                                                          War was waged today. I can still smell the blood on the sands.                                                          There is crimson on my hands just as much as there is any other soldier's.
Was she [RIGHT] about me?




I witnessed things I did not want to today.
Friends who I trust acting so cruelly on the other side.

My brother.
The right hand of the Oracle.
Came to save my Captain.

He struck with such great strength, the cleave of his blade blitzing through his opponent's flames.
Even if there were arguments over what to do before we left?

. . .

He pulled through.

. . .
 
He is who I look up to in this world.
I put my life on the line to follow him into battle.
I fear my mind will never recover.

I left my home knowing I could die on the battlefield.
I'm untested.
I'm only seventeen.
This is the first bloodshed I have witnessed in mass.

This all happened over words. . .

. . Now a throat is ready to be slit . .

 . . .When will the violence stop?

. . My life is still at risk . .

Sanctuary still looms. . .

. . I will go to war again . .

 . . .The violence against my sisters.

. . It must be avenged . .

The Chalice may be lost.

But that is no longer my objective.

There are so many eyes on me now.

Expectations for what I'm supposed to be from so many sides.

. . All of these opinions conflict . .

What do I do?

. . . I'm lost . . .

It this what I'm supposed to witness?

. . I guess it is . .

Maybe I should embrace it.

. . I hope she accepts my gift . .

Then I hope we can put this behind us.

I'm coming home.