Hugo kept his distance, a far figure in the dimming light. The support systems had gone into cascade failure some time ago, something that effected only one of us. We were surrounded by his element, from the seas raging outside to the blood that slicked the marble floor and soaked the hem of my clothes. The bodies of his court littered the edges of the hallways, some last punishment on those who stayed loyal for failing to stop the war. I am unashamed to say I ran from him, tripping over limbs and sticky red. If I could distract him, I reasoned, if I could focus his rage on me for another moment, a few thousand more would escape his crumbling capitol before it was swallowed up by the ocean that threatened to break through the defenses at any second. I shuddered. Seventeen million people he would see drown for his own ego. …show more content…
What must it have been like for a human or mage to hear their mad god condemn them to death? A pillar exploded to the left of me, chunks of stone and metal embedding themselves in my side as I was thrown into one of the few remaining clusters of light, clutching at my bleeding waist, ribbons of something wet and fleshy slipping between my fingers. As I scrabbled backwards, my own blood mingling with the humans, Hugo walked into my line of sight in full, blood-splattered regalia. “Did you know I trusted you once?” he said, almost conspiratorially. He knelt in the blood beside me, the edges of his robes beginning to stain a darker navy. “You never trusted me!” I hissed, my ribcage protesting all the while. “You’ve been trying to have me killed ever since we were children.” He frowned and shook his head. “No. No, that’s not true.” “Yes it is, Hugo.” Quicker than I expected, the spell, his signature spell, gripped at my heart, slowing the blood flow to my heart.
I saw stars. “No. All I wanted was for you to feel what I felt. To make it even between us.” An invisible hand squeezed tighter around my stuttering heart as he continued, “You were weak and coddled and they called you brave when they would have killed me for less. I never hated you, Sumati. I only wanted to balance it out. Every day I knew it might be the day when I said the wrong thing and they would call me insane. Did you know I wanted my court to have a person who looked a fraction of the way I did without Morgan or Myrthe thinking I was staging a rebellion? Ha. They thought I was the one who was going to betray them. I would never…” He laughed then, a choked, sickly thing that turned half-sob. “I wanted to call Heng ‘father’, I wanted to be patted on the head for inane achievements, I wanted my family back!” The hold abruptly released, allowing my blood to stop pounding in my ears. He smiled crookedly, tears gathering at the edges of his eyes. “I can say it now, I’m already dead: all I ever wanted was to be you, Sumati
Joshi.” He leaned in and put his head to mine, wet dripping from his face down to my own. In that moment, there was nothing left of my childhood friend or my adversary. There was only that scared little boy who had been left alone on an outpost with a lie that things would one day be better. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. With a silent spell, he slumped against me unconscious. I think there might have been a hint of a smile on his face as the magic took hold. “Su?!” Yating’s frantic voice crackled to life across our link. “I am, I mean to say I’m…alive.” “Well, good. We’ve evacuated everyone who would leave.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. He didn't deserve it, yet there I was. “Thank you. Have a cell ready.” “You didn’t kill him.” It wasn’t a question. With a gasp, I managed to get myself upright and haul Hugo with me. “‘All who deserve life...’ and that sort of thing.”
After an event of large magnitude, it still began to take its toll on the protagonist as they often “carried all the emotional baggage of men who might die” during the war (O’Brien 1187). The travesties that occurred with the brutality of war did not subside and began to affect those involved in a deeply emotional way. The multitude of disastrous happenings influenced the narrator to develop a psychological handicap to death by being “afraid of dying” although being “even more afraid to show it” (O’Brien 1187). The burden caused by the war creates fear inside the protagonist’s mind, yet if he were to display his sense of distress it would cause a deeper fear for those around him, thus making the thought of exposing the fear even more frightening. The emotional battle taking place in the psyche of the narrator is directly repressed by the war.
I've always liked Fall. I like the falling leaves and warm spice drinks and chilly air and nice sweaters and the generally spooky vibes. Fall is a good time for me. Nothing beats it, not even the summer. The most important part, though, is Halloween. Halloween cotumes, loads of spooky-themed candy, costume parties, scary movies, everthing about it was something I looked forward to all year.
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happens all the time, but she exited her room to see what was going on. Once she
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