Betrayers

I stared at him in disbelief at what he was saying.

"My people aren't betrayers." I argued.

"Gods." He said. "Do you really not know anything about who you really are? About what your people are? Your people are the cause of the plague. And till today they still are the reason why we still have ongoing issues even close to a millennia after the plague."

That wasn't true.

They had it all wrong.

All of them.

I saw how they stared at me, and I knew it was distrust, disgust and probably hate amongst some.

I shuddered at their emotions towards me.

I was backed in a corner just like I always had as a child and there was no one to defend me.

I looked down at my plate.