He surveyed the area from atop his vehicle. Even though he had never seen it from this height before, it still looked as gorgeous as he remembered. The lush greenery that exhibited all the shades of green that one could imagine was still the same. He remembered walking among it as a child, breathing in the same fresh air that he once had, years ago. Even the very sunlight was the same shade, giving the same warmth. Nothing had changed here. However, he had changed.
No longer was he a carefree kid, passing his days in the forest, playing with his companions. He was an imperial captain, in the service of His Majesty. It was a time of war and he had been deployed in his homeland to quell the unrest that dwelled among the subjects. The rebels as they were called, were giving shelter to His Majesty’s enemies. The decision to send him to his homeland, made tactical sense, he recognized this. However, he did not particularly like courting war in his childhood playground. Many years ago, he used to come to this very area, every day. He would play soldier along with his playmates and while away time making onomatopoeic gun sounds. The rocks hid a passageway to a dense part of the forest. It used to serve as his base as a kid. Now, the rebels had made it their home.
He knew there was only one way to do this. Now was not the time for sentimentality. It was time to take action. He hated doing it, but the only way to force the rebels out of hiding was to destroy the environment that had been a cherished part of his childhood. He drew in a deep breath and turned to his troops.
“Burn it down.”
Word Count: 300
Written in response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt: Fallen #writephoto
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A sad one. Sometimes we must do what’s necessary, even if it means burning memories. Good job.
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Thank You, Lucas! 🙂
Very sad for him, I wish things were different.
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I do love a sad ending. Nicely done.
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Thank You, Sarah! 🙂
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The service of the greater good sometimes requires sacrifice…I just hope the Imperial Guard serves ‘good’ and that the rebels do not have just cause. Nicely told.
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Thank You, Sue! 🙂
He does believe he is serving ‘good’, as do the rebels! 😛
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Ah… there is the moral dilemma… both believe, but who, if any, is right? We will never know… 😉
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Hahaha! Aye! 😉
We may never know!
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🙂
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Harsh and sad but I really enjoyed the read😍
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Thanks so much, Ortensia! 😀 😀
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Aah, the greater good strikes again.
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Indeed! 🙂
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You’ve woven the pictures of his childhood and present so vividly. Enjoyed reading! 🙂
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Glad you enjoyed it, Kasturi!! 😀
Thank you! 🙂
Do keep visiting!
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Sure! 🙂
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😀 😀
Awesome!!
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Would love it if you visited my blog, too! 😀
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Definitely will do that! 😀
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Sometimes, needs must. Memories can be disposable compared to future. Nice one, TDN.
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Rightly said! 🙂
Thank you, Varad! 😀
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Enjoyed the story, well written. Not sure about “onomatopoeic”. I think as writers, it is an obligation to send our readers to the dictionary once in a while but this one kind of interrupted the flow. That’s just my opinion of course, but I liked this very much. Great job at displaying his sorrow at what he needed to do.
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Thanks for the feedback Allan! 🙂
Still trying different narration styles!
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