Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V
Day 17: Red
"Why red?" they asked. It was one of the enemy's colours after all.
But they would not let that be. Red was joy. Red was anger. Red was life. Red was blood. Red was love. Red was hell. Red was fire.
And red was rebellion.
So they tore the curtains of the theater to shreds, letting the shards of broken glass instead of knives stain their hands red and let the fabric soak it in. They handed a piece to each man or woman – or child even – who would stand with them and tell them that this was their flame now.
They let it become their flag, and wore it on their bodies.
Red became hope.
And when the time arrived, that same red marked their graves.
Yes, back at it again. I can't just let this sit on my laptop after all. I WILL fill all the prompts one day.
I'd also really like to hear your opinion.