A Scar-centic piece. Thought up on a bus, written at a debate, and typed at home XD Enjoy!
"Draw a line in the sand and then make a stand"
The man is speaking again, but I can barely hear him. What is he saying again?
We won't let these damned men defile our land, our great god won't…
I can feel the heat coming off the shoulders of the men in line with me. The sun is beating down, and I feel the sweat starting to form on my brow.
The great God Ishballa shall not let this…
I can dimly see the man in front of me, his face open in rage, his hands pointing to some unseen menace…though we all know what it truly is. The soldiers in blue.
Do not let them, with their pretty words or sincerity fool you!
The alchemists. They are the ones who have gone against god's will. I remember like it was just yesterday how I saw one on the street corner, mending a broken vase. Such abomination!
Will we let them defy our god's great plan? They do not make sure not to wreck what our god has…
My brother is not here. This in itself is scary. If he's not here, does it make hat I'm doing wrong? Could I lose everything I have worked for? Is it to late to back down?
………………..No. I cannot stop now, I know what I'm doing is right, what my people are doing is right. We shall fight these horrid monsters, the ones who kill innocent children. They shall all die!
Men are you with me? Let all who wish to protect our life, our families, our religion…
Somebody has given me a gun. Of course I've shot one before, but it feels different now. Maybe I'm not used to having one for a purpose, for a cause?
Men, step across if you will join me in our fight to protect all that we cherish. Fight for our freedom!
There's a line drawn in front of me. Shall I step forward or back?
As the leader stood, arms waving, a wall of men took a step. Hundreds of sandaled feet crossed the line drawn in sand. Crossing the line, they all gave up their lives for the cause. One such person was a young man, filled with hopes and dreams of a better future, not knowing that he would ultimately be responsible for the death of others. Others that had nothing to do with the war he was fighting now, but others who represented all that he hated. As Scar took a step forward, he smiled, thinking about how everything would soon be better.
May Ishballa watch over you.
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