“You didn’t sleep well tonight again, did you?” Your daughter, Revri, questions you. You focus, all those screams, explosions, the dirt flooding over your face as a blast of orange, red, and yellow envelopes your view. “No….”, You respond, “Me and Mom are here for you. You’ll be ok.”, Revri says to you consolingly, patting your shoulder. “Veriqunda.” (“Thanks.”) you say, relieved. Revri gets back up on her feet, and leaves your room. As she opens the door, she turns back and smiles at you, as a wave of a sweet and cheery aroma flows into the room. “Mom cooked you breakfast, it’s your favorite.” Revri states before closing the door, and leaving you, once again, with nothing but your thoughts, you look at your rifle on your desk next to your bed. It radiates a malevolent aura, like a Erašuri. You get up, open your bedroom door, and enter your kitchen. Your wife, Viša, glances at you, as you sit down at the table. She goes over to you, and places a plate full of delicious-looking pancakes, adorned with a wide variety of berry syrups flowing down its peak. “I hope you like them, I hope Arasinda washes away all the pain this war has cursed you with.” She says. You thank her quietly before wolfing down your breakfast hungrily, before going back upstairs into your bedroom to change into your “work” clothes. Another day of meaningless and barbaric bloodshed awaits you, as you reluctantly pick up your rifle, go back downstairs, and head out the door. The sound of birds surrounds you, as fresh air and the smell of flowers distracts you from all the darkness that will soon take up all the space in your mind. Although it distracts you for a little bit from the horrors of the Ghadezhiindir, it’s a start.
You head to the train station, and enter the one you were assigned to, as you walk throughout the train, you see numerous other people, just like you, soldiers, eager to fight for their country, for Khevsaria. But they all hesitate, their wives, their children, their friends, and their loved ones, they never know whether they’ll come back in their clothes, or in a grave. You sit down in one of the empty couches, and stare out the window, as the train begins to accelerate, and head to the horrors…of World War 1.
CHAPTER 1 ENDING
Feel free to roleplay and make up whatever comes next as you enter the horrors of World War 1’s fictional Kzyrgic Front against the Entente in the replies.
