War Monarch

Jake kept standing there as scenes changed.

After some time, the little boy woke up. Seeing himself in his mother's arms, he snuggled more, but as soon as he touched her mother's arm, he found it cold.

"Mommy..?" He tried to wake her up.

"MOMMMY...MOMMMY"

"Wahhhhhhh!!!"

And he faced the cruel reality.

The little boy kept crying until he got exhausted and fell asleep once more.

Waking up at night, he looked at his mother's body. He covered her with the rough blanket and left the house. Using his little shovel-like tool, he dug a hole from night to the next afternoon.

After more hard work, he buried her and slept on her grave for a few days, as if he was mourning her.

But Jake's heart grew more bitter when the little boy stood up from her mother's grave. He no longer had the innocence of a small kid. His eyes were now burning with anger, so emotionless that Jake felt he was looking at a dead body.