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Within the depths of my mind, deeper than the ocean itself, I have often feared that my sins would come back to haunt me...and the cost would be more then I could ever bare...We water elves are peaceful folk, we guard the ancient ruins of Atlantis, we nurse the healing springs and we purify holy water. We are the makers and the originals of the sea itself. We have never had a reason to fight, or spill the blood of another. Our emotions never ran as deep as humans. Some would call us, shallow, ghosts, see-through. Apparently we were easy to figure out, we were predictable. We never had a reason to fight or spill the blood of another...until they came...
Our cities and homes were destroyed by the cannons that plummeted the ocean floor. For those of us that lived near rivers, lakes or shores, our homes were burned...and we had no choice but to burn with them. Our offspring and women were captured and sold in the market as slaves. Our rulers, the once sophisticated and peaceful rulers, that we had all come to respect and love, were turned into something nobody should ever turn into...they turned into man...
I was seven when I first learn how to wield a sword. I remember it weighed more than I did and I would look on throughout my peers, and try as hard as them. My sadness, anger, frustration, it fueled my love for fighting. I trained hard, worked hard, and learned to fight beside my brothers and sisters. We weren't a family. We were a pod of soldier’s, once raised to believe that violence and death went hand in hand and that we were to never use such resources. But now... those were the only two resources we were given.
I remember my first fight, I fought a human boy no younger then I. He didn't last long. My blade sliced through his skin, like a knife cutting through butter. As he fell and life quickly slipped from his eyes, I realized I never felt such power. This was the first time I felt like a god. However, as much as I fought and as many humans as I had killed I realized that even if the entire human race was extinct, that would not justify the loss of my family. What first made me believe that I could justify death? Was it arrogance, stupidity? Never, within my mind at the time, did I ever think that that boy had a family, like I did, had friends, like I did. That is perhaps the most powerful of lessons that this life has taught me. War is hell and it can easily be avoided. If not easily, then it can desperately be avoided.
That was several hundreds of years ago, when Gaia was a baby within the Universe's bosom. Since then, my people have rebuilt their society and they continue to stand on the foundations that securely held our civilization once before. A life is a life, no matter what the cost and it is not to be wasted. Violence is looked down upon in our cities. Warriors such as myself are often out casts that protect our society from further damage of the surface dwellers. However, with time, humans on Gaia have gotten smarter, along with more stupidity. No threats stand against my people, not yet. I hope I never again have to end more lives with my sword.
I realize that myself and my brothers and sisters that had been forced to fight, have lost something we can never get back. Our innocence, our purity, our sanity. I will forever be haunted with the fact that I killed another being and that I had actually, within that brief moment of time, enjoyed it. I had often feared that my sins would come back to haunt me...and the cost was far more then I could ever bare....
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...is that right? XD
=3
*whines*