Myint’s Journal - Entry #2
Some of you may be wondering how I was able to survive being wiped out by a presumably very powerful angel if none of the others were strong enough. Alas, the answer is sheer luck and prayer. I was spared because I was not there when they slaughtered the rest of us. And I was lucky enough to have decent enough hunting skills that I did not perish due to starvation. I did, however, come very close to death. Not by accident. I felt that I didn’t deserve to be the one who survived by simply being lost in the woods.
Ah, I suppose I should talk about what happened that day now, so that you understand. See, it is tradition for women to hunt for food, and for the men to cook it. Ma was the village’s main hunter. She would find food and give it to the relevant department of the council, who would distribute it around the village. Ma wasn’t supposed to have any more food than any other family, but she was sneaky and the council relied on her too much. It was a good thing she did that, though, because the council’s rations would not have fed me, my siblings, my parents AND my cousins.
At some point, Ma wanted us to start hunting for our own food. That way, she’d be less likely to get in trouble for hoarding food, and we’d be able to take her role when we were older. So, (name) and (name) became my hunting teachers. They didn’t just teach me how to hunt - they taught me how to survive. Because they had managed to survive as little kids for 7 years. They had gone into hiding during the civil war after their makeshift home got wrecked, and ended up holed in a cave. The same cave I ended up staying in. My continued survival is likely due to them.
I digress once more. That awful day, we were supposed to go out hunting, as per usual. But, I was a child filled with too much curiosity. And they weren’t keeping an eye. So I started chasing after what I thought was an animal. Prey. A prize for my friends and family. Instead, I lost it, and my way. No-one had taken me this deep into the forest I was in before. And these trees were tall and thick. I thought I would never be free from there. That I would be trapped forever.
I could not have known that the real trap was much more sinister than that forest.
When I finally got out of that green hellscape, I smelt the fresh sting of blood. Metallic, yet with a citrusy touch.
Nephilim blood.
In the time I had been stuck in the forest doing god knows what, my village had been plundered and everyone I knew had been slaughtered.
And I didn’t do a damn thing.
You can now understand why I felt as if I didn’t deserve to survive, correct? I didn’t even help fight. I understand that if I did, I would have surely died, but would it not be better to die a fighter than to live as a foolish child?
I do not feel like continuing this entry. I shall end it here.
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