Even Your Enemies Will Be At Peace With You นิยาย & เรื่องราว

They knew that they had come too far to turn back now. "We're not going to die," Maya said, her voice firm. "We're going to defeat you and save the world." The enemy's leader laughed, a cold and mirthless sound. "We'll see about that," he sneered. And with that, the battle began.

The whispers grew into a chant that echoed through the streets, a call for peace that resonated with those who had suffered the most. The battles grew less fierce, the whispers of peace a balm to soothe the city's wounds. The air grew lighter as the scent of fear and bloodshed began to dissipate. Our enemies watched from afar, their doubt slowly turning to respect as they saw the change we had wrought. The whispers grew into a shout that could not be silenced, a declaration of our intention to forge a new destiny for our Family and for the city we called home. ---

Everyone else’s opinions don’t matter. “We will get through it all as long as we stick together.” He smiles. “We will, like we always do.” It is us against the world, and it has been that way since we started this. No one is going to bring us down or ruin what we have built together and apart.

Most importantly, I remember their faces, and I know how arrogant they are. I don't know if I should be grateful or not because at least the enemies don't attack this pack together. Even though they have the same goal of attacking this pack, of course, they don't want to share and want to prove which of them can destroy this pack. I won't let it. This pack will not be destroyed, and we will always stand firm because we are confident that peace will soon be held tightly to us and the door to peace is waiting for us in front of us.

She called again, slightly leaning towards him with a little frown on her temple. "Have you ever thought that there could be a mole among us?" She asked. "Fabiola?" Pops called in a fatherly tone. "Yes Pops." She answered, attentively giving him her ears. "In life, it doesn't matter what you do, how rich you are or how powerful you are, even how broke and bankrupt you are, or simple and kind, or evil… you'll always have enemies. One thing you should keep in mind is that; your enemy is never from outside, he is from within. He opens the door for the thief to come in."

"Neither do I" In fact I was telling the truth. I do not trust Elton at all. Hes6 a man with great greed. He can change against me anytime. The reason I'm even willing to be an ally with him is because he also has a large army and with what I've done on them years back, I can control them. At the end of all, Elton seemed not to have a choice than to succumb to me. "The enemy of your enemy even though she's also your enemy is your friend. Since we have one goal, I'll give you this last chance" he said with pride.

I added, my words firm and steady while they all listened, their ears perked up in attention. "I want you all to go begin a new life. So I'm releasing you all from this shackles of hate, violence and evil," I said in a calm but firm voice. They all nodded their heads in excitement, their smile evident in their faces as they listened to me, "Go get something else to do. Live as much as you want. Drop your guns, drop your weapons and drop this old life. There should be no more empires and violence amongst us. You're all free," I added, my voice heavy with determination as I spoke,

Under our leadership, former enemies have become allies, broken trust has been rebuilt, and hope has taken root in even the darkest corners. I place my hand over Knox's as it rests on my stomach, and together we look out over the lands we'll rule, the people we'll protect, the future we'll build. For the first time in my life, I am completely, utterly at peace.

We are not enemies either, not anymore, unless you make us so again. The curse is gone. We will not rebuild it with hunger and spite. We will send food when we can. We will accept any of your wolves who choose to leave and follow our laws. We will not protect you from the consequences of your own. If you stay behind your line and keep your teeth out of our throats and our allies’, there will be no war between us. If you or yours test that, we will defend what we’ve built. No altars. No martyrs.

I tried to picture them months ago, enemies bound by hate, and couldn’t. Jake followed my gaze. “You don’t look happy,” he said. “I don’t know how to be,” I admitted. “Peace feels like waiting for something bad to happen.” He nodded, as if he understood too well. “When you’ve fought long enough, quiet starts to sound like a trap.”