Brave New World
It's a small glimmer of hope left for the world.
- For Zadi (Tzadikim). Happy belated birthday, love. It's rather short, and not the best quality ever. But I had fun writing it. =)
and kudos for Alice (watching stiricide), for giving me the title, though, she doesn't know that yet.
Worn soldiers rest by the hospital wing, a school to some, and home to others; destroyed by the attempts of conquest. The day dawns into a morning of auroras, the natural glow of the sun trying to repair the world of theirs, and maybe telling the people of that humanity that will help them too.
Wounded, battered, and injured, the people were, from broken households and unsure fates before them, the future stretches out into a blur of healing, trying, and helping the rest. The days are filled with funerals of the individuals who they loved, and ones they maybe have known, good, nor bad. Every person counts as a life spent, doesn't it?
Then days pass. Voices ring out in the crowds, time flies as the season changes, and their lives are been moulded to be part of the society that was now established. People die too, new folks born, and life isn't taken for granted anymore, for some.
Lives are sewn to fit the pieces, others repaired with overlapping patchworks of prosperity and integrity. People come and go, but the memories they made aren't leaving anytime soon. Through all the trials, hardships, and even the pleasures, they will remember the days of darkness, but only to be replaced by their new tales to recite.
As the sun and stars shine down upon the new born child, the people surrounding the bed knows, he will bring them goodness and light. After all, this is a new beginning.
a/n - reviews are lovely.