Mercy of the Hawk's Song
This war. This damned war between the serpiente and the avians has raged for thousands of years, so many generations of our kind and theirs have died. What have they died for is the question that haunts me now as today I lead another troop to their certain end. I have lost two brothers, Carson and Anjay, both killed in this war along with my father. A dear sister, Sisal, caught in an avian's damn trick and killed along with the babe, our innocent niece, she had been carrying.
Now only Zane, Irene and I remain to rule after our mother resigns. So few of us are left. Zane wishes to someday, somehow stop this war that storms around us. All we have known is war, not peace, not joy. Only death, blood and tears have been our life.
What have we been fighting for? Why have so many fell? All I have seen is bodies left to the dirt, brothers lost, fathers dead, mothers, sisters and wives crying for those they lost. So many deaths and not one attempt to bestow peace in this broken land, between the broken societies. The blood runs so deep in the crevices of the land I am beginning to believe the land is feeding off the blood of the sons and daughters of the hawk Alasdair and the supposed mother of our bloodlines, the cobra Kiesha.
I glance at the signet of the Cobriana on my left hand and sigh: I am leading these troops into battle for my fallen brothers, my sister and my little niece.
But am I doing the right thing?
Gregory Cobriana
Arami of the Serpiente
A/N: Chapter 2 is coming soon, this was only the prologue
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