A/N: Okay, so threats don't work. Not a single review for the last chapter. Well, I am sick and thereforee at home a lot, so I had some time to finish this...
Disclaimer: I solemnly swear I am up to no good. I hereby disclaim. By the way, the quote is from an awesome French book I read, called La Quête D'Ewilan by Pierre Bottero. I don't know if there is an English translation, but check it out... really good Fantasy triology.
Les Fleurs du Mal
Part Six – Peace
Maybe man is fundamentally allergic to peace? (P. Bottero)
He broke down. In the middle of the battlefield, he simply broke down. His exhaustion was both psychically and physically. The feared Death Eater couldn't stand it anymore.
Human's world consists of an endless series of wars. From the Stone Age, the ancient Greek, Roman and Egyptian cultures to the two World Wars of the 20th century and now to Voldemort's war. Rare are the short periods of peace – during the Roman Peace, during Napoleon's era for example, in short these periods of peace were linked to armed conquests.
The human race is seemingly not made to be peaceful. Too brutal, too cruel is human nature to allow such status for a long time. Maybe, just maybe, man is allergic to peace.
Oh, how he wished for peace, no matter to what conditions. Peace… freedom… no more fighting… Everybody knows, though, these ideas are just dreams, just illusions. Peace is a word invented by humans to describe what they can never achieve themselves for real, only in their imagination.
A/N: I've already written the next four chapters, so please leave me review! You know you make my day when you do!
Anna Scathach