Chapter 14.
I didn't know what side I was on, that's something never told in history books. The utter confusion and disorientation of everything, who was on your team, and even who you were fighting for. There were no good guys, no bad guys; no friends and no enemies. There was only pain and suffering for all those who attempted to aid their beliefs, and the mourning that would come after their demise.
Arya's eyes were… lifeless. She still breathed and fought, but there was no energy to her, no strength. She was not even a shadow of her old self, she was a reflection thrown from a funhouse mirror.
The battlefield was an uneven muddy terrain, gaping holes that threatened to kill you for not paying attention. It wasn't raining yet, but I could tell it was coming, every story has one perfect storm. The humidity and stench of death was picked up by the wind, reminding us all of our unavoidable fate.
Is it defeat to say I accepted it? Not for anyone else, and certainly not for my sister, but if I must die, I would die protecting her and my beliefs, sealing the only truly rebellious act of my life. Maybe this would make up for my past mistakes of ignoring my father's unspeakable deeds, maybe I would be forgiven for never raising a hand to help, for always turning a blind eye. Im not sure if I believe in an afterlife, but if there was one that exists, maybe I could continue with continue without eternal damnation.
Or maybe it's too late.