The monotone voice of the teacher echoed throughout the classroom. He was giving a lecture on the glory of Britannia and the foolishness of the Japanese or, as they are called now, Elevens.
Boring, boring, boring. What must one do to escape this tiring and vicious cycle? People are used as pawn for other people's gain. That or you are shunned, set aside, and discriminated because of your birth. How foolish.
I sighed. It was so sunny, like that day back when the so-called "terrorists" killed my mother. I tapped my pencil across the desk, feeling myself get pulled back into another daydream or, as it usually is, daymare.
It was a normal day, as normal as any other. The birds were chirping happily, and the sun was shining. My family and I were spending our days happily at the Aries Villa. We had nothing to fear. After all, with guards all around, nobody would dare to attack us!
I remember spending my day with Clovis, Schneizel, Euphemia, Nunnally, and Cornelia. Basically, the only siblings who actually cared about us despite our commoner mother.
I remember the day very clearly. It was my fifty-sixth win against Clovis and my thirty-sixth loss against Schneizel. Damn you Schneizel.
Clovis was whining about how I cheated and how it was unfair, but I honestly wasn't listening. I was a master at tuning him out. I was too focused on finding ways to beat Schneizel to really pay attention to him.
I was about to move my knight when I felt a pulling on my sleeve. I looked down and saw shining purple eyes looking back at me.
"Can you read me a story?" the owner of the eyes pleaded. I sighed.
"Sorry Nunnally," I answered. "Not this time. I have to beat Schneizel!" My eyes softened. "Maybe you could go to mother," I added, "or Euphie and get them to read you a story?"
My adorable little sister pouted but decided to take my advice. She skipped off to find mother. I turned my attention back to the task at hand: defeating my brother.
While I was thinking over my next move, I turned to the night sky for inspiration. The stars seemed to wink back at me, offering strategies on how to completely destroy my brother. Pity none of them worked.
Not long after Nunnally ran off, we heard noises that made my blood run cold. The noises were that of guns.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
I heard glass shattering and gunshots. Schneizel and I abandoned our game of chess as we raced towards the scene of the sounds.
Please be okay. Mother! Nunnally! Please!
I stopped short as soon as my eyes fell upon the wretched scene. It was completely horrifying. Mother was full of bullet holes and stained red with blood. Nunnally was shaking from underneath our mother, covered in blood.
Mother was dead, and I swore that I would destroy the ones who killed her.
It was a scene that would forever remain seared in my memory. I remember going to visit Nunnally in the hospital, and screaming at my father for not conducting an investigation. I remember crying when I heard that Nunnally was blind and crippled. I remember being sent as political tools to Japan. I remember my father abandoning us. I remember promising my friend that I would destroy Britannia.
I remember all of these things, and I refuse to forget them. They fuel my hate and desire for revenge, and I will not forsake that. I will get revenge for my mother and Nunnally. I will destroy Britannia. I will.