Revelation of a Child

As soon as he realized that, his mouth opened, his eyes already widened. He was shocked. 

Dirt and blood covered both his face and clothes, he stood by himself. 

At that moment, he was a dead child that was on his feet like he was alive. Unfortunately for him, he still was, despite the pain.

And he still hadn't accepted the reality of his family perishing in such a cruel way. 

After moments of standing, quietly. He finally came to a decision. 

'I need to talk to them… Maybe, dad and mom are there too.' 

Having thought that, the corner of his lip slightly lifted upwards. He was doing anything he could to convince himself that they were not dead.

He took heavy steps forward, doing his best to ignore the aching inside his mouth, and legs. 

He saw a crowd of soldiers, staring up at a man that was standing on top of a square rock. He was exclaiming at the top of his lungs:

"Brave soldiers! Our duty was done amazingly!" 

As the crowd erupted in cheers, the child sprinted forward, getting as close as he could to listen to the speech of the man. 

"We have protected our Kingdom once more, ending the miserable lives of the traitors of Elanor!" 

The crowd cheered once more, as they held their metal swords high in the air.

His voice grew lower, and more serious, "Now, we shall defeat the Ciroleans that dared step into our land and declare war on us. This moment will be remembered in history," he paused. 

The soldiers looked at him, confused. Some were silently whispering to each other, their breaths were clearly heard throughout even the large crowd. 

He continued, "We will defeat them, and utterly humiliate them! For the glory of Aeloria and the Noble Houses, we will continue to fight and bring ruin to our enemies!" 

Out of nowhere, every single soldier had shouted as loud as they could. Their swords raised as high as they could have raised, they all cheered, shaking the entire place. 

The man on top of the rock had a smile that reached up to his ears. He was obviously amused. 

He cheered with them as he pulled out a shining golden sword that had weird, yet elegant symbols carved into it, then raised it in the air. 

Between the large crowd of people, there was only one person that hadn't shared the same feeling of happiness. 

There was only one person between them that was frowning, tears overflowing in his eyes. 

One person that was unable to accept reality. 

One person that refused the man's words. 

Only one of them… That had sought for the destruction of Aeloria and everything in it. 

He was gritting his teeth intensly, blood leaking outside of his mouth and dropping down into the floor. 

His entire head was shaking from the amount of rage that swelled up within him as he heard the loud cheers of the soldiers. 

Still unable to accept reality, he chose to accept it. But, he was not going to continue like this.

A mere child, barely twelve years, chose to bring ruin not to the enemy, but to his own country, which killed and massacred his family.

He didn't want to be this way. He didn't want to choose wrath. He still had reasons to be a good person. 

But he didn't. The world made him feel like this. It never was his fault.

If they wanted him to be this way, what could he do about it? These cruel people had ruthlessly killed his loving family, and he, as well, was almost caught by them. 

Even yesterday, the poor child had seen unimaginable things. Aside from seeing the dead corpses of his siblings and his mother's decapitated head, he saw an incomprehensible amount of people getting brutally murdered right before his eyes.

"Father… Forgive me…" He whispered. 

The soldiers soon stopped with their cheers and started moving back to their camps. Many passed by the child, unknowingly pushing him left and right in the process like he was a rock with no significance. 

The child merely looked down at the ground of dirt, his head overfilled with cruel thoughts. 

He thought of killing each and every soldier, brutally, the same way they did to his family and city. 

When he heard that speech, he was sure of one thing. These people never cared. 

Not about his family, not about his friends, not about his hometown. Would it have been the same if this happened to them? Would they have cared?

They were the biggest pieces of scum, hypocritical liars. 

The child was still feeling bitter from what he'd seen yesterday, the urge to vomit was no more than great. 

His family was dead. His brother, sisters, mother and father all were dead. That was the harsh truth. 

But he didn't want to accept it. He didn't want his family to be dead. 

He continued thinking, changing his entire perspective on the whole world. 

As he was lost deeply in his thoughts, he was pushed harder than usual by one man. "You're not supposed to be here, kid." 

The child lifted his head and locked his eyes at the man that just warned him. 

Subconsciously, his body moved and his fists balled. He threw them at the man cladded in iron armor, from the bottom of his body all the way up to his neck.

The child hit the man's iron armor, somewhat surprising the soldier. He shouted as he continued hitting the iron armor, his fists bleeding out:

"I'll kill you! I'll kill you! I'll kill each one of you!" 

As he continued screaming, he caused quite a scene that gathered the attention of the rest of the soldiers. 

One of them came from behind the man that was being hit, "What's wrong, Adelard? Get rid of this bug already, we need to depart." 

The man in iron armor that took the hits—quite willingly— chuckled. He probably didn't even feel those punches at all through his armor.

He pushed the child that was still screaming, then leaned a bit down and gazed at the kid, "I won't warn you twice. Get the hell out of here, before I make you regret living. You got a chance to live unlike the other wretched citizens of this city."

The kid grit his teeth even more, his entire body shaking. He locked eyes again with Adelard, "They… are not wretched. I swear, I will kill you! I will!"

The man from behind raised his brows, his eyes slightly widened, perhaps by the way the kid's eyes looked, despite him being only a child. "Leave him alone, it's not worth it. He's gonna die sooner or later, anyway."

Adelard chuckled once more before getting up, "Work on that face." 

They both walked away in the distance, the muttering and whispers between the crowd that formed in a circle slowly vanished as they all headed away, disappointed. 

The child was going to survive. He had to survive. To avenge his family. 

He was going to follow that man, and prove him wrong. He was going to survive by his own, and get stronger.

When he does, he was going to end their lives. He was going to murder them in the most brutal, cruel ways ever.

The child had now faced a revelation.