Immortal Feud
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama
[Challenge] Write a page using one-syllable words.
Summary: Blood sheds at these hands.
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This war won’t end, at least not for now.
If this is the day I die, I must take down as much of their kin. This might be my last chance.
There is no talk of a truce; it’s as if there was a law that states both clans must fight till one dies. A law that we can’t claim peace, a law that no one dares to change. No one is sure of what had caused this strife, but no one asks the heirs.
This war had come forth when there were tribes whose lives were part of the life force. Few of the tribes took sides of Black Wind and White Sky, two chiefs whose feud could not end at their deaths. Their clans chose to go on as well; their life force lived on in their kin to aid their chiefs in this war. As one dies their life force lives on to the next kin, through this chain their strength grows each time they move on. Same with the life force of the chiefs, who were then known as the heirs.
The kin are sworn an oath that states that we are born to serve and live to fight.
We are trained to kill at the sight of them. We have soon grown used to the loss of slain friends and loved ones due to this war. We choose not to feel, to care, to love so that we do not feel pain. The blood that runs through the veins of the kin scream to slay, if not the life force can not rest. It will not rest till the war is done and they are slain by these hands.
We grow up with two goals, to kill as much of their kin and lie to hide it from ones not claimed by this curse.
No one of the clans tried to change the fates of the heirs. We do not try to warn them or to save them. No one, we are doomed to this fate and choose to stand with them. No one hopes for them to see eye to eye, we have fought with them each time as we know that both can’t live at the same time.
This curse could have been put to an end, but we chose to go on. Chaste blood that has been spilled from our hands, yet we do not mourn. We do not dwell in the thoughts that we could change these ways.
Why stop this feud when it is all that we know?
The sins of the past haunt us till this day; this war has damned us all.
I may lose my voice in the clan, my sense of shame and my life but it is all for the heirs for this is all that I know.
Genre: Drama
[Challenge] Write a page using one-syllable words.
Summary: Blood sheds at these hands.
***
This war won’t end, at least not for now.
If this is the day I die, I must take down as much of their kin. This might be my last chance.
There is no talk of a truce; it’s as if there was a law that states both clans must fight till one dies. A law that we can’t claim peace, a law that no one dares to change. No one is sure of what had caused this strife, but no one asks the heirs.
This war had come forth when there were tribes whose lives were part of the life force. Few of the tribes took sides of Black Wind and White Sky, two chiefs whose feud could not end at their deaths. Their clans chose to go on as well; their life force lived on in their kin to aid their chiefs in this war. As one dies their life force lives on to the next kin, through this chain their strength grows each time they move on. Same with the life force of the chiefs, who were then known as the heirs.
The kin are sworn an oath that states that we are born to serve and live to fight.
We are trained to kill at the sight of them. We have soon grown used to the loss of slain friends and loved ones due to this war. We choose not to feel, to care, to love so that we do not feel pain. The blood that runs through the veins of the kin scream to slay, if not the life force can not rest. It will not rest till the war is done and they are slain by these hands.
We grow up with two goals, to kill as much of their kin and lie to hide it from ones not claimed by this curse.
No one of the clans tried to change the fates of the heirs. We do not try to warn them or to save them. No one, we are doomed to this fate and choose to stand with them. No one hopes for them to see eye to eye, we have fought with them each time as we know that both can’t live at the same time.
This curse could have been put to an end, but we chose to go on. Chaste blood that has been spilled from our hands, yet we do not mourn. We do not dwell in the thoughts that we could change these ways.
Why stop this feud when it is all that we know?
The sins of the past haunt us till this day; this war has damned us all.
I may lose my voice in the clan, my sense of shame and my life but it is all for the heirs for this is all that I know.