Image says: One who cannot achieve through his own deeds, the achievements of his forefathers will not benefit him at all... Saying 389

Between

Sometimes I wander along the edge of darkness. In the quick moments before I slip into sleep I hover on the edge but every time I inevitably turn back to the light. I've come too far now to turn dark. My hair symbolizes bloodshed, but that doesn't mean that I must be the one to shed the blood. I must be the one whose blood is shed.
In between is a dangerous place to be, especially at night. It's scary, to tell the truth. I am always afraid of falling over the edge and not being able to climb back up the cliff. And sometimes I stumble, but something, faith perhaps, catches me and pulls me back up but runs away before I can see who or what it is.
I wonder if it's good or bad, man or woman, demon or angel.
But I suppose I'll never know, since I'm never fast enough to tell who it is.
One day I'll be quick enough though, I'm sure.
One day.
But not today. Today I will be too slow, and today I will return to the light because of the nameless figure.
On the light side of the world in my waking hours, I watch Reuben play cards, and I play cards. I've even become quite good at war and old maid. I especially love uno, though.
One time I won crazy eights against Reuben, and I was super happy for a while.
Eventually the excitement wore off, and I grew bored, restless.
Reuben, I snapped one day. When will it happen?
When will what happen, Ruthie? He asked.
When will war begin, that's what. I glared.
Calm down, kid. I have no clue, but probably before you turn eleven. I snarled.
What kind of time window is that?! I growled.
Reuben snorted.
This isn't funny, Reuben! I snarled angrily.
It is to me, he said softly.
I sighed, exasperated. This is essentially a matter of life and death, of good and bad, so clearly, clearly, this is completely and totally serious and not funny.
Reuben laughed.
Will you stop that? I shouted.
Reuben stopped laughing. Hey, don't yell, people are sleeping. Just please, calm down and wait. It'll happen eventually, just let time do its thing, okay?
I let out a harsh breath. Fine.
Reuben smiled.
We are all balancing on the tip of a needle, and tensions are running high. Seriously.