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Everyone I knew was dying before my very eyes. My brother,<br />
the leader of the rebellion, watched as I fled the fray to<br />
grab the corpse of my best friend, intending to grant him<br />
the proper burial he had earned. After several moments, he<br />
finally found an opportunity to walk up to me. By the time<br />
he came to me, I was crying uncontrollably, dragging the<br />
lifeless body of my childhood friend. He stopped me and<br />
quietly, but forcefully said, “Leave him. <strong>The</strong>re’s no time for<br />
this.”<br />
“But … he … this isn’t right, Lars,” I whispered between<br />
sobs. “… he deserves better …”<br />
Hours later I watched as a small group of birds<br />
landed near his fresh corpse. For quite a while they nervously<br />
hopped around, waiting for us to carry on. <strong>The</strong>n the<br />
feast began. I watched as the bodies of my closest friends,<br />
men and women I had grown up with, were slowly devoured<br />
by a great variety of scavengers. Angered beyond<br />
reason, I flew into an uncontrollable fit of rage and lunged<br />
with my blade at the closest bird, only to have it fly to<br />
another rotting corpse. This was an effort I repeated countless<br />
times, but to no avail.<br />
Back once again to the present, I notice that I am<br />
the last man standing, the last of my people. I drop my<br />
blood-stained sword and begin to leave the battlefield. As<br />
I stumble over the corpse of my once brave and powerful<br />
brother, the last hope our rebellion had, my mind once<br />
again reverts to the past and I recall the brief conversation<br />
we had had that morning. Once prepared for the day’s<br />
onslaught, he began berating me for always shirking battle.<br />
“You must have anger, brother! Is this not so?” He<br />
asked me, growing impatient.<br />
“Yes, but I also have fear. It prevents me from acting<br />
upon my anger.” And as I remind him of this, he strides<br />
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