Third person’s POV           The blasting of the cannons, the yells and screams of bleeding hearts full of strong desire to grasp justice and stability, are all gone. The field that had once grown vast seas of dandelions now was covered in crimson blood.           Cruelty, deceit, and wondrous bloodshed. Killing and rivalry had never left the world.           His eyes were like raging seas, his every step closer and nearer to where the subject is was like thunder meeting the ground. The fire had been ignited and there was no turning back. “We met again,” he spoke.           Amidst the dark skies with only the shine of the

              Death… is never evitable.           Life has started the sprout. And then when it blossoms and reaches the end, they’re sent to death. That’s why they called them best of friends.   “What would you want to be your reward, Gaia?” His voice reverberates inside my head. It still sounds euphonious even if it’s only a memory.   “Balaraw. Hand me a dagger that is winged with a symbol of nobility and a warrior. I want it to be finely-worked with precious metals and ivory.”             A tear fell down and blotted the cream color of the ivory handle. My fingers simply glided it away as I pulled the blade off from its sheath. &nbs