I screamed at my brother begging him to kill me and survive". My brother, crying and looking at me with visible pain in his eyes screaming that he can't do that. He was a smart guy, he knew that the only way one of us could be spared was by me being sacrificed. "Live, and take revenge for me" i said "That's the only way we can keep justice in this land" I could finally convince him, in my last moments I couldn't even imagine my brother taking revenge or anything like that, he was small and fragile, all he wanted to do was live in peace, he definitely couldn't change history. He started approaching me with the knife little knife that was bigger than his whole hand, he was clearly scared of the knife itself just by holding it, and he strikes, screaming "Sorry! Sorry!".

I unconsciously dodged his attack, i dodged his attack without even trying to do anything, as much as I tried, I couldn't let myself die here. It was more like an instinct, my body was refusing to die here. After 10 minutes of hopeless attacking and dodging the warrior says "That determines it all then! The one who chose to live was you" pointing at me. He grabbed me from my already destroyed to pieces shirt and put me on his horse. I didn't remember a thing after that, I passed out before I could say anything to save my brother that I swore to protect. They left my brother there to starve and took me and left. They didn't even bother to kill him, he was too weak to deserve even to be killed. I was too tired to even talk? How could such a huge misunderstanding even happen? I didn't mean to let you leave my brother to starve to death, but it was already too late. It wasn't long until I realized what I had done. I abandoned my promise, my brother and myself back there.

The next thing I knew was waking up in a nice comfortable bed. I asked whoever I could see first, which was a mistress in the house. Apparently, that warrior, whose name was Honorus was impressed with my moves from back then and decided to adopt me. It was common to them to adopt strong children, after all, all they cared about was fighting. It was more like having me as his own personal slave who was going to do his work. He gave me a new name, Doron. I knew that if I was being stubborn with him, he would just kill me, I couldn't die yet, I had already sacrificed my brother for the sake of my life, I have to give this life a meaning, something my brother, my friends and my parents could be proud of. His personal work  was training and then joining the army, and I couldn't complain about it, destroying schools that were just like mine was hard for me in the beginning, but I got used to it. He avoided sending me to dangerous missions for my safety? Maybe he wasn't that bad guy I thought he was after all? 

I already grew up, how old am I today? I don't know but it doesn't matter either, I am no longer called the kid of the army, I am one normal warrior like everyone else is. At one particular school I was responsible of clearing the school from the inside along with 2 other warriors, this one teacher, she was beautiful, and not so much older than me asked me what my name is. I was shocked that all she cared about what was my name was while everyone was getting killed, i answered Doron. I had already gotten used to this name that I forgot what my real name was. She suddenly fell to my knees begging "Mister Doron, I left my only kid at home, she is 2 years old and has no one to feed her, I ask you, mister Hafigan, I don't hate you at all, so please have mercy on her and save her or at least kill her, just don't let her starve to death!" "What do you mean? Hafigan?" She looked at me confused. Before I even got to know her answer my comrade kills her heartlessly "Don't let them talk too much" he said "they would do everything to live 1 more minute". I curiously, ask my comrade "This lady called me a Hafigan, what does this mean?" My comrade, now more like a friend asks "you really are just working here without even learning about history? You really are one clueless warrior. Why don't you read one of the history books they keep here? Some versions are even written in our language" I found the book he was talking about, it had been years since I last read, and ironically that was the first book I read, a book covered in blood, but it wasn't as difficult as i imagined as I knew the language. 

According to the book, 1500 years before, there was a huge empire called Atsornia, they lived in a prosperous and fertile land. They were powerful and rich, the people were all kind and peaceful. They never attacked any nation without a reason and they were known for being technologically advanced compared to the whole world then, even more than how advanced we are today. That's why everyone admires their buildings and statues today, not as ruins but as perfectly fine structures even after thousands of years. They lived like that for more than 4000 years, but because of that they were the target of every other nation, eventually they were attacked by who we call today Hafiga. Hafiga was a small but dedicated nation, they gave everything to war, so much that every single resident there was ready to be a warrior at any moment. Such a nation managed to do the impossible and destroy Atsornia, they slaughtered all of the people and destroyed everything they saw that had to do with the Atsornians, they hated them because Atsornia never cared about them, they weren't scared and didn't even count Hafigans as a threat to them. The only way Atsornians could survive was by hiding anywhere and avoiding to be seen by Hafigans or they would be killed. All the riches, the amazing statues, technology and the land are now considered to be built by Hafigans, making Atsornians forgotten long ago and erased from history. That is why Atsornians were always obsessed with putting their lives in danger to teach the younger generations about this history of theirs. They build hidden schools, build isolated houses and live avoiding to see any Hafigan in their entire life, so much that many of them haven't seen a Hafigan until death. 

Everything made more sense to me. Learning about that history I found out exactly what I needed to do to give my life a meaning. I need to return this land to my people, only then can we live in peace, the peace that I and my brother only dreamed to live in. If I ever manage to revive the great Atsornian empire I can make a new nation that will be just like the books explain. A peaceful nation without any war or racism. It sounded perfect to me. I also have the upper hand by being a "Hafigan" so i can act as a spy to them. All i needed was an opportunity to start acting and do what I can only dream of now. I started planning every situation, from how I will prove than I am Atsornian to them to gathering all of the people and uniting them to fight Hafiga. However, I encountered a few problems, Atsornians are only 5 to 10 percent of the Hafigan population, let alone not having a reliable army and not being able to assemble one because they live in the enemies land. Only a miracle could produce a result where Atsornians win, but I am convinced that I can do it, I have to do it. That reminds me of the tales my mother used to tell me when I younger, about a certain king who was so powerful that not even death could defeat him, coming to us and rescuing the world from the evil. I will guess today that this king is supposed to be an early Astornian king and the evil are the Hafigans. As much as I wished such a story could be true, it definitely wasn't. It was just another tail they say to relief themselves. However I can become that king if I need to for the sake of the sacrifices.

It was already morning of the next day, for the first time I was excited to return home, home where there is a lot more peace than the ruins of some school that can not help me do anything at all.