They will remember me a traitor, a usurper, and a criminal. A scheming snake who nearly brought down the great kingdom. But how can one disobey through obedience? How can I be ostracized for being the lone voice of reason? I have been betrayed by a faith that has proven to be variable. I followed a dream so devoutly I never noticed its decay. I have held it a sin to kill, yet did so a thousand times in dogma’s name, realizing too late, that evil carried out in religion’s name stains the soul just the same. I was born a prince, and shall die a monster, cast aside by father, and brother alike for honoring a moral code that did not extend to the unbelievers. For the kingdom of my father I have been soldier, saint, and in the end a martyr. Leading his armies so sure of myself, I never stopped to question the chaos I unleashed. Over throwing warlords, and false gods alike, nothing seemed beyond our grasps. All creation was ours to reshape and conquer. Yet when we marched out into the unknown it was under banners of faith. We were saviors rising up to bring a new dawn. But when I stopped to take stock of where I stood, it was onto a mountain of death and decay. We looked to all those not like us, and decided they had no right to live. In the end we proved ourselves no better than the warlords we replaced. By the time I found the courage to object, the momentum of the war was too great, and those who stood against the tide were swept out to sea. So here I write a traitor. So I shall die a villain. Bearing a love for my father so great I damned my very soul trying to save him. It is the truth I write here. History, too often written by the hands of victors. But read how a favorite son became so hated; how the light of hope became just another shadow of oppression; how among the sun, the moon, and endless stars there are no gods, only tyrants.
But how can one disobey through obedience? How can I be ostracized for being the lone voice of reason? I have been betrayed by a faith that has proven to be variable. I followed a dream so devoutly I never noticed its decay.
I have held it a sin to kill, yet did so a thousand times in dogma’s name, realizing too late, that evil carried out in religion’s name stains the soul just the same.
I was born a prince, and shall die a monster, cast aside by father, and brother alike for honoring a moral code that did not extend to the unbelievers.
For the kingdom of my father I have been soldier, saint, and in the end a martyr. Leading his armies so sure of myself, I never stopped to question the chaos I unleashed. Over throwing warlords, and false gods alike, nothing seemed beyond our grasps. All creation was ours to reshape and conquer.
Yet when we marched out into the unknown it was under banners of faith. We were saviors rising up to bring a new dawn. But when I stopped to take stock of where I stood, it was onto a mountain of death and decay. We looked to all those not like us, and decided they had no right to live.
In the end we proved ourselves no better than the warlords we replaced. By the time I found the courage to object, the momentum of the war was too great, and those who stood against the tide were swept out to sea.
So here I write a traitor. So I shall die a villain. Bearing a love for my father so great I damned my very soul trying to save him.
It is the truth I write here. History, too often written by the hands of victors. But read how a favorite son became so hated; how the light of hope became just another shadow of oppression; how among the sun, the moon, and endless stars there are no gods, only tyrants.
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