Chapter 1: PROLOGUE
-Give me your hand - I say terrified - fast - My breathing is altered
the explosions around us don't stop
People run in terror from the fire, everything is surrounded by fire
Screams are heard around me
In my right hand is a young woman with beautiful brown hair, next to her two children whose faces are unknown
A bomb falls near us, we fall to the ground
My ears plug, white sound is all they hear
-Run, run…. Get out of there ... - can be heard in the distance
I turn around so I can look at the woman my hand is holding
There are wounds on her face, she tries to help the two children to stand up, but they cannot
-Quick, quick we have to get out of here - I try with all my might to pull it, but a terrifying sight greets me
A bright light in the middle of the night, it's fast approaching us
Everything slows down
The breathing
The heartbeats
The thoughts
Everything slows down when you're about to die, yeah, I know what's coming to us, I saw thousands of them before
My hand holds the woman tightly, this is the last time we'll see each other, she reciprocates me, and holds those children tightly in her embrace
Together
We close our eyes
.
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...
..
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Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
The air enters my lungs quickly and strongly
I try to get up
But
The sounds are gone
My hates do not hear the slightest noise
Everything is very quiet
I try to open my eyes wider, but for some reason
I can not
it's like waking up from a great dream
I try to feel something, whatever
Something to help me get up from here
My hand does not feel it
Her hand is not
I try to close my hand, but I can't, I feel like my hand has no strength just like my eyes I can't close or open them
I try to make an effort
But nothing turns out
fear
.
After a lot of effort I can finally close my hand
Touch is strange
The feeling is
Soft?
.
..
-Wait! - I think - it's impossible for me to have such skin
Years and years of work
Years of loading a rifle and shooting it
the tough skin that was once in my hands
No this
It's like ...
.
..
I make an effort to try to open my eyes
The silence
Silence is hazy, I find it hard to move
-AaAaaa- It sounds like a baby very close to my ears
That's impossible
.
..
After much trying I was finally able to open my eyes
Everything was blurry
My head was to the side, and I couldn't move it
I try to raise my hands
They are tiny
They are like those of a baby
Wait
A baby?
How is it possible, I remember
.
Is, is
.
HOW IS IT POSSIBLE.
I try to move but it's useless
.
Suddenly many memories begin to enter my head
I was
I was
.
War
The war was beginning to turn its tides we were driving the invaders from our lands
bullets ran from place to place, just like us
the heartbreaking silences
Those damn silences hurt more than the noises of the bombs
Of knowing that any moment could be the last,
But how to get there.
.
More and more memories enter my head
I feel like my mind is going to split
-AAAAAAAAAH
.
It was a sunny morning
War for townspeople like us is certainly a rare word
we live off the land we don't understand politics or allegories of incredible futures, our life belongs to the countryside and the land
I was lucky to be born into a good family
Although it lasts in some respects we were never unhappy
That land surrounded by forests, it was certainly very beautiful
So I grew up in the midst of a beautiful environment crowned with a beautiful blue sky and wild animals that, although dangerous, there was no malice in them.
.
But everything ends, one way or another, this life requires a balance and ambitions never have limits
.
The war, that strange concept that ridiculous thing that sounded so far away had reached us
The distant conflicts resulting from the murder of a prince from distant lands put our quiet life at risk
I was just another boy
One more
Who lined up to be cannon fodder in a war that we did not understand and did not care about.
I open my eyes once more
I look at the room that I find myself in
Stone
hardwood floors and a window that I can't see through as my
CRADLE?
It's in the middle of this huge room that just gives me the creeps
How can such a dark wall be
How can a place like this make me feel so sad
Because this house is so dark.
Memories come as fast as they go
They walk away
My memory begins to forget
Reincarnation
maybe this is the famous reincarnation that oriental philosophers talk about so much
or maybe this is the step everyone takes after they die,
maybe this is why babies cry so much when they are born
maybe it is at this moment where memories are distorted are forgotten in order to have a new life
to forget
I want to forget, but at the same time I don't want to.
My hand keeps searching eagerly
What is this memory
that keeps me clinging to a life that was overshadowed by war
I immerse myself in the memories again
to see what it is that grabs me or perhaps what I cling to so hard.
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