Epilogue
The messenger was lost in his thoughts. He had done what he had set out to do. The emperor and his generals were all dead. It had felt good to kill Nabak.
He remembered that day, when he had brought the message during the Grand Council. That was when the emperor had gone mad. Nabak had read the message and had decided to ignore it. That’s why all of this had happened.
After reading it the emperor had shoved it back into the messenger’s hands as if to deny its existence.
But the messenger had kept the message and he had shown it to everyone he knew. And the more people saw it, the more they became enraged. The rumour started spreading that there was something terribly wrong with this war. But unlike other rumours, when the more skeptical amongst the population demanded proof, they had proof.
This war should never have started.
And soon a rebellion had started and had turned the empire, the whole world to chaos.
One last time, to be certain that it wasn’t just a dream, he took out the message he had delivered that day.
The message read: “ You have achieved a cultural victory”
The messenger dropped the piece of paper. He glanced a last look at Arrhus’ body, slowly floating down the river and wiped the general’s blood from his knife.
Then he cut his left wrist, made certain that the artery was severed, and started walking towards the middle of the river.
Towards peace.
The messenger was lost in his thoughts. He had done what he had set out to do. The emperor and his generals were all dead. It had felt good to kill Nabak.
He remembered that day, when he had brought the message during the Grand Council. That was when the emperor had gone mad. Nabak had read the message and had decided to ignore it. That’s why all of this had happened.
After reading it the emperor had shoved it back into the messenger’s hands as if to deny its existence.
But the messenger had kept the message and he had shown it to everyone he knew. And the more people saw it, the more they became enraged. The rumour started spreading that there was something terribly wrong with this war. But unlike other rumours, when the more skeptical amongst the population demanded proof, they had proof.
This war should never have started.
And soon a rebellion had started and had turned the empire, the whole world to chaos.
One last time, to be certain that it wasn’t just a dream, he took out the message he had delivered that day.
The message read: “ You have achieved a cultural victory”
The messenger dropped the piece of paper. He glanced a last look at Arrhus’ body, slowly floating down the river and wiped the general’s blood from his knife.
Then he cut his left wrist, made certain that the artery was severed, and started walking towards the middle of the river.
Towards peace.
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