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by Flarbinia » Wed May 09, 2018 6:59 pm
by Xichung » Thu May 10, 2018 6:17 am
by Yekrenia » Fri May 11, 2018 3:42 am
I remembered my first night out in the field. That used to scare every single life out of me like death had swallowed me up. To some, that doesn't seem like a long time, but for me, that was long ago.
I've been in the service since I was an eight year old kinder. But here I am still as a 23-year-old woman still fighting onward. Most people would be eligible for conscription/enlistment around this age.
I already fulfilled my service long ago, even if I deserted my post as a 16-year-old. I didn't want to be fighting forever in my entire life, but it's funny how fight or fly works. That's where it gets funny.
Every defenseless creature knows when to run when they're being hunted, but they can only run for so long. I thought I could get away from the conflict just by running away every time. But I was wrong.
The first time I ran away was from home, hoping I got away from my sorry-arse drunkard of a bastard father. Where did running away get me the first time? I ended up having to fend myself on the streets.
The second time I ran away was in the form of sleeping in the safety of a crate. Where did the confinements of a wooden crate got me? I awoken to a White Fang convoy under attack by Grimm and raiders.
The third time I ran away was from the ruins of the convoy after surviving for a miserable week in a hole. Of course, once I got to the salten østerstrand and boarded that train, I thought it was over...
But it was that third time that running away costed me my childhood and innocence. There I was after getting off that train in that hell of a city, nearly beaten to death for attempting to escape.
After that, my flights were brought to an inglorious end. That's why that flight or fly logic was funny. The weak and defenseless hope to escape the terror by running away elsewhere, only to enter another hell.
Poor men, women, and children hope that they can leave behind the horrors and violence behind them, but many never realize that they are simply exchanging one hell for another ... being more worse than the last.
I exchanged fighting in hell after another for bravery, courage, and endurance. But in my heart and soul, I was already dying. War was now the only thing I knew that kept me alive - making me a hero and a monster.
I was never destined to pick up a gun and heartlessly shoot those who stand in my way. Not that I was trained to be a killer, but I was given the ability to fight. To kill, however, meant responsibility over you and others.
When you are willing to line up those crosshairs on someone, you are momentarily a reaper yourself. You either save the lives of many or tear them apart the moment you pull the trigger. I am no exception to this.
And here I am going across every corner of the world to save my two best friends, the Rose and the Arc. Everyone may call them traitors, but I still considered them my friends. Why risk my life for only two others?
Because a good soldier never leaves another behind, but the best ones look after each other ... even when they're safe and sound. True friends don't kill each other, no matter the reason or circumstances.
Ruby had many opportunities to kill me and my team during the Battle of Beacon and Vale, but she didn't. Why? Because not only were we best friends, but I looked after her when no one was there for her other than Jaune.
And speaking of him, Jaune had many opportunities as well to murder me and my team, but like Ruby, he couldn't do it. Why? Because not only I trained him (aside from Pyrrha), I gave him strength, courage, and faith.
While they were responsible for the deaths of many at their own hands, I couldn't blame them for their misguidance and manipulation. That's not the Ruby Rose and Jaune Arc I know and remember. Damn fucking no!
Ruby Rose is a woman would go out of her way to make the world a safer better place for everyone, not destroy and murder everything around her. And Jaune Arc? He wanted to become a man of heroism and liberty.
I always had a strong feeling in them that they knew very well about being heros. A foolish and perhaps an ambitious fantasy, but they had the love of the universe in their hearts. They are both a pair of good people.
They don't just simply hate out of nowhere. Only the unloved hate, the unloved and the unnatural. And that is why I am saving them both, simply because greed had poisoned and blinded the world into madness.
And here I am with a unwanted bounty on my head, simply because I'm doing the right thing. If I wanted money, I would've settled down after graduation, find a job, have kids, and live off of social welfare.
Instead, I choose to pursue happiness, not that I wanted or needed it, but I knew it would make me feel better for the rest of my life. That way I can rest assured that not only my friends are safe and sound, but the world is a better place worth fighting for.
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