Book: Ember in the ashes. Page 1

You will be healed. Promise.

I don't need to believe in the supernatural. Especially now, when in reality everything is worse than in nightmares.

- You look... - Like the Goddess of War. Like the Genie who came to let us all kneel.

All of these rebels, many of whom fought shoulder to shoulder with my parents, found out who I was. They would want me to be as fearless and bright as my mother. They'll want me to be as smart and calm as Dad.
But I'm neither.

Half of them will die, their bodies will cool down, their laughter will stop. Years of torment and deprivation lie ahead. And when faced with this, they will either unquestioningly accept everything, or ask questions, or survive, or die. Whoever asks questions usually dies.

The sword is my priest. Dance of death is my prayer. Fatal blow - my release.

Life consists of many meaningless moments. Until something happens, at one point, which defines the meaning of each subsequent second. Such moments are a test of courage, test of strength.

You're an ember in the ashes, Elias Vitorias. You're going to burn, ravage and destroy. You can't change that. Can't stop it.