āKamyuhn!ā Eva clawed at the doors, bits of blood trailing the edges, as the soldiers pulled her away. āStop it! Please! Sheās just a baby!ā Her pleas fell on deaf ears. Who would listen to her while Vāehxness watched? It took several men to remove her from the sceneā a familiar room painted in blood. She bit, kicked, and pushed away her oppressors, but it wasnāt enough. Eva reached towards the closing doorway. āSister, please! Iāll do anything, just donāt touch her!ā A screech echoed. āššš¦š²š®š”š§!!ā And that was the last she saw of her. The enclosure they threw her in felt natural. It was similar to the locked room sheād grown up in all her life. A place where, when her adopted father and sister would fight, felt safe. After her display earlier that day, this was her punishment. She curled up and placed her head on her knees, still picturing the face of a little girl staring back at her in fright. War was always a part of their lives; however, when they fought amongst themselves, they were no better than the invaders. At least, that is how Eva felt about the situation. Her thoughts coiled into an infinite loop. The thoughts were debating the necessity of her sisters' actions and coming to no conclusion that could justify the killing of their own. Day after day, more innocent lives are spilled, and for what? The invaders werenāt backing down; they needed more people than before. Paragons were symbols, beacons of hope that carried weapons into the arms of their people. Worst of it all, these werenāt merely commoners; they were family. The tears on her face had dried up, and that anxious choking feeling subsided. She felt empty. A husk of a woman cradled herself. Natureās savior wilted. Eva examined her cuffs. The woman who stared back in the steel's reflection was unrecognizable. Prior to all this, they had already been fighting. Patches of dirt, blood stains, and scratches masked her true features. āIām sorry.ā She whispered to the wind. And it seemed to answer back with a soft breeze along her skin. Thatās when she realized the door had creaked open.
āWho is it?ā
@supremesself














