I ruled the vast lands as if they were my own. I became their proprietor, owner- It was me who became their king. I fought! And fought I did until what was left were the blood of those afflicted souls whom I have eradicated and broken beyond repair. Rose-colored petals rose and floated upon my wake- the deep shade of red greatly complementing the aphotic scenery that once held the lives of many.
Flames erupted and debrises of the fallen sailed throughout the skies that darkened with the demise of its once alluring land.
Yet, I did nothing.
I felt nothing but void.
Void...-Void?
Who was I again?
The king?
The executioner?
An ear-splitting explosion pierced the air-
Who was I?!
"-nio..."
Huh?
The scene began to change in a split second as my eyes were suddenly blinded by the intruding yet warm light. The scent of sunflowers passed through my nose, only to smell the same scent all over again as if it never left in the first place.
I don't even know where to begin. I'm confused. Perturbed? What the hell is happening?
A heavy gust of wind invaded and sent waves of comfort to my tingling senses, the unusually warm sensation caressing my skin as if it was enveloping me in a deep embrace.
I felt myself relax- the confusion and destruction slowly seeping out of mind.
"A...-nio"
I snapped my eyes open in bewilderment.
"Antonio."
It was the light.
"Antonio!"
Uh.. The wind?
"ANTONIO!"
I jerked my body forward and moved my head from side to side, in need to find the owner of the voice.
"Who are you?"
The sound of my voice rippled in the air as once again, the background shriveled and flashed through various of images until it settled to a photograph of a house that was colorfully accentuated with various plants and flowers.
"Who are you?"
Was the answer of the voice.
Who... am I?
Then suddenly, figures started to arise and shadows- No. People started coming out of the house with wide smiles on their faces.
"Antonio!"
"Boss!"
"Oi, Carriedo!"
"Haha, Tonio!"
Some were high and some were low, but despite of the differences, it all had the same effect to his heart and to his whole being. It's not like he has forgotten, he just didn't want to remember.
The sorrows.
The tears.
The deaths.
He became a coward. A man whose feet have been stuck to the ground, unable to move. A man who hid his shame behind a hard mask and threaded the path of destruction and chaos.
"Antonio?"
The thoughts dissipated like water turning into vapor- Clearing the thick, black fog that once surrounded the deepest depths of his mind.
His gaze met puzzled ones and slowly, a small yet endearing smile made its way to his face.
He kind of wanted to laugh at his self right now for being so stupid. He's already a grown man! A grown man shouldn't be doing things like these, right?
"Oi, oi... What's with this guy? He's been smiling for like a goddamn minute. "
"Creepy.."
"You bet."
Oops.
"Hey, I heard that!"
Laughs erupted.
Replies were being sent.
The skies separated and the dazzling light hovered over them.
He is Antonio Frenandez Carriedo.
The country of Spain- A nation.
He prospered, fell and now made the first step to move on.
-And he sure wouldn't regret a single thing.