Chapter Fifty Seven
The days before the war were silent. The calm before the storm. And when the war came, it was something fierce.
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John and Mary had to post-pone their honeymoon. Sam, Dean and Cas put heaven to the side. Harry got Dumbledore's Army back together. The Avenger's Assembled all of S.H.I.E.L.D. And the Doctor called all of his friends and allies together. And we faced the biggest army we've ever seen.
There were Daleks, and Cybermen. Weeping Angels, and Zygons and Rutans. Chitauri and Frost Giants. There were demons, and as far as we could tell, Lucifer and Moriarty were leading the other side. But I got the feeling that there was someone waiting in the wings, someone who was controlling everything. Sherlock got the feeling too, so I know that it wasn't just me. There really was someone else involved. But they never showed their face.
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The war lasted for five years. When it ended, I was twenty two. But I'm getting ahead of myself. After all, we're barely halfway through the story.
But first, there's something I realized. Something that everything, all the things and the people that I love, have taught me.
That no matter what side you're on, you don't win. Not really. You might live to tell the tale, but at the end of the day, nothing is the same. You're definitely not. Because of your actions, and others, and the people you lost. You're broken, and even if you heal, you'll always have those scars. You'll have tiny habits. Certain words and pictures could give you a panic attack.
At the end of the war, it doesn't matter which side won, or how many casualties there were. Everyone is a casualty.
And I'm so sorry. Because, truly, it's all my fault.
And I took my family, the people I love, who had already been through enough, and I put them in another war.
And this war…it damaged me in ways impossible to explain. And I'm sorry, because I would like to explain everything to you, whoever you are. That's why I'm writing this down. So everyone can learn this story. But this is one of the few things that I can't really describe. I can't describe how I wake up gasping at night. How I cry every morning. And truthfully, I should have expected this when I started. Everything always ends with a war, doesn't it?
But I was too young. Truthfully, I don't think that I'll ever be old enough to have done what I did. But it broke me. It tore a big crack through my soul. But there are some things that I can't explain.
So I'll just tell you the story.
And you can figure out the rest.
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I'm so sorry that it took me so long to post! It's midterm week at my high school, so I've been a bit busy. And thank you for all of the wonderful comments! I'm glad that you are enjoying the story! Please write more, because they inspire me to write! Anyway, good luck to everyone. (If you're taking midterms, that is). Have a wonderful day! I'll try to post more tomorrow!