Anger and Revenge

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After ten years, the Katir Clan are still ruling over the Sevenlands. After five wars, three attempts at assassinations and seven kidnappings, the Katir Clan still rule. I was brought up loyal to the Katir Clan. When I was young, I used to practice fighting with my four brothers. My sisters would perfect their embroidery to please the Royals. In all of the Sevenlands, you could not find a more loyal family. But all that changed…

My father, my brothers and I were going to the place for the annual meeting with the Katir Clan. My father was explaining how we should be grateful for such a good mother, a fine family and an excellent education. My brothers and I were discussing the various ways to move the sword and strike a death blow. Everything was fine until Ortz entered the room.

Everybody dropped to the floor, paying homage to our beloved King.

'Please stand,' he said generously. Everyone gradually got to their feet. Ortz waited till there was silence.

'My beloved people, I regret to inform you that we are once again at war. I feel terribly guilty that we are sacrificing our dear sons to go off to war. My people, I feel what you feel but life goes on. Some must give their lives to save others. We must honour our sons as they do you a great honour when they fight for our country.'

A slow murmur rustled around us. I stood still, my heart frozen, as I contemplated of going to war. I was too young. My brothers were too young. Brair, my eldest brother, had just got betrothed to a wonderful young woman across the street. Surely Ortz would not make him leave all that behind?

'Therefore,' Ortz continued after a moment, 'I propose that men above the age of fourteen should serve our country as boys younger than that would be too inexperienced. This way we can…'

I stopped listening. I was only twelve. I wouldn't be going to war. I wouldn't be wasting my life on nothing. I was ecstatic. But then I thought of my brothers. They were all fourteen or older. They would all be going to war and they would all die…So will my father…

Suddenly all joy left my heart and was replaced with a cold hatred. No, I would not let him sacrifice my father and my brothers. It was not fair that we should sacrifice more than half of our family for this feud that we did not even provoke.

'No!' I screamed hysterically, and then looked around at the people staring at me, 'No.' I said again softly, 'I have four brothers all over the age of fourteen and a father who loves us all deeply. I am not going to sacrifice them all for the sake of this bloody war. Your Majesty, you do not know how it feels to lose members of your family. You do not have to sacrifice your brothers or your sisters. Why should we?'

'Hush Tomu, it is not your place to speak out.' Father spoke quickly in my ear but it did nothing to calm my anger, if anything, it made it worse.

'Hush? Not my place? What is my place then? I have to watch all of you going to war, nay, going to die and you say I should just sit back and say, "Life goes on"? No, father, life doesn't go on. You would have lost your life. How does life go on if you don't have a life to go on?' I turned away, tears spilling from my eyes.

'I'm sure you are all thinking that,' Ortz went on, 'I place no blame on the child. It would be hard t watch all your male family members go off to fight the war and be left behind. Are you sure this is not just jealously?' The tone was mocking now, making fun of my anger. How dare he? Why should he expect us to obey his wishes? He's not anymore important that us and can die just as easily. Why doesn't he go to war? But I did not speak these thoughts out loud. I remained silent as Ortz waited expectantly for an answer. Finally he sighed, and went on to different matters.

Two weeks later, my father and brothers went to war and a month afterwards we received a letter informing us that they had died. I did not leave my room for two days. I swore revenge. I swore that I would kill Ortz for making my father and brothers go to war. I swore that I would kill him for leaving our family with no way to support themselves. I swore that I would make him pay.

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I made that vow two years ago and since then I have devoted my life to supporting my family of four and nursing my revenge. Everyday I grew stronger, both physically and mentally. I went through this stage of half-consciousness where I was almost blinded with rage and I could do nothing but kick and scream. I woke up from that tied to the bed by my hands and feet. But that only added fuel to my burning fire of revenge. Ortz turned me into this monster. If it were not for him, our family would still be together and I would not have to live my life towards such a distant goal.

I realised that every time I let the rage consume me, I discover this new power. I do not know how to describe it. It is like a wild bushfire and it draws you like a box of sweet cupcakes. It is some sort of power because when I first touched it, I had burned the post of my bed. I was surprised and delighted. Such a power could be very useful in bringing down Ortz.

I feel I owe a lot to my family. Through this time of rage and hatred they supported me and looked after by basic needs. I must have seemed insane to them and yet they never gave up. I feel that although I earn a living to support them, the debt will never truly be paid until I kill Ortz.

Everyday I worked towards my eventual goal. I got stronger physically, mentally and I got stronger in my ability to touch this rare power. I had never thought of myself as a killer but I knew I would not rest until Ortz was dead. I would not rest until my father and brother's deaths are revenged.

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