I can't remember the day I lost my innocence.
Innocence, what a strange word, but to me it was important: it was a secret, quiet joy that filled my waking minutes and waited impatiently beside me while I slept, blissfully unaware of the cruel vicissitudes of fate. I was so full of life...
Now, I only know that whatever happened to me, I'd rather die than allow it to happen to another child. It is this drive alone, this fierce determination to protect the world from what I have become, that allows me to face the dread of waking up again.
And so, I toast Fate, I toast to the loss of innocence. It cannotgo unpunished.
Looking back I would have to say that it did not happen overnight. It was slow, the disenchanting, the unmasking. I remember realizing that the adults did not believe me and my friends simply because we were kids. That discrimination was rampant and that the magical world was stagnant and was slowing going to destroy its self.
It happened again when I realized that a child, a boy was expected to save the world. That evil men could get away with hiding behind lies because they were rich. No my innocence was lost slowly over time. I am ashamed to say that I did not even notice, until one day I could not recognizes the person in the mirror.
So here I am, toasting to a good men and women who died simply because one arrogant man who no one saw fit to stop until it was too late. May the dead rest in peace, and may the living fear for their lives. I have lost my innocence, my pity, and my mercy. This war coasts me too much, now society will pay for their weakness. It is time that there was a revaluation. This one will be lead and fought by children, but we fought the last war. It is time that we decide the course of our world.