BXBX NOVEL Chapter 282 Morality To Life
After my army had triumphantly defeated the enemy soldiers, I ordered my intelligence unit to apprehend any remaining enemies. As my soldiers searched the battlefield for any signs of life, I made my way to the captives that had been brought to me.
The two enemy warriors were tied up and struggling to free themselves. They were both bleeding profusely from various injuries and appeared to be in great pain. Despite their dire situation, they looked at me with fierce determination in their eyes.
One of my minions had them slung over his shoulders, while the others followed closely behind. As they approached, I could see the exhaustion etched on their faces. They had clearly been through a great deal, and I couldn\'t help but feel a twinge of sympathy for them.
Once they were within earshot, I instructed the minion to lay them down and loosen their bonds. With a heavy sigh, he set them down on the ground and began working on their ropes.
I dismounted from my horse and approached the warriors. They looked up at me, their eyes flickering with a mix of fear and defiance. Despite their savage appearance, I couldn\'t help but notice the similarities between us. We were all human beings, after all.
Before I could speak, one of the warriors suddenly lunged at me with surprising speed and force. His attack was ferocious, but my minions were quick to react. They managed to restrain him with a flurry of punches, allowing me to inspect him more closely.
As I studied him, I noticed that he was dressed in rough, tattered clothes that bore the unmistakable signs of war. His body was covered in bruises and cuts, and his face was contorted in pain. I wondered what kind of life he had led, what had driven him to become a warrior.
Despite his injuries, the warrior remained fiercely defiant, grunting and snarling at me like an angry animal. I attempted to communicate with him, but it quickly became clear that he was unable to understand me. It was then that I realized that his masters were likely the only ones who could communicate with him properly.
As I stood there, contemplating the fate of these two warriors, I couldn\'t help but feel a sense of melancholy. In that moment, I realized that war had brought nothing but pain and suffering to both sides, and that the only way to truly achieve peace was through understanding and empathy.
As I stood among my army, I could feel the weight of the decision I had made. It was not an easy one, but I knew it was necessary. These warriors, once my allies, had become a liability. They were too clever for their own good, and the risk of them turning against me was too great to ignore.
I raised my sword, its cold metal glinting in the sun, and placed it on the shoulder of one of the warriors. His eyes widened with fear, and he struggled against my grip. But I was resolute, and I knew what I had to do.
My army stood silently, each one knowing what was about to happen. They were well-trained, disciplined, and ready for anything. They had been with me through thick and thin, and I trusted them implicitly.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. When I opened them again, I saw the fear in the warrior\'s eyes. He knew what was coming, and so did I.
With a swift motion, I brought down my sword, and the warrior\'s head rolled onto the ground, a look of shock frozen on his face. The others stood frozen, their eyes fixed on me.
I repeated the process, each time feeling a pang of regret. These warriors had been my comrades, my brothers-in-arms. But I knew I could not afford to let sentimentality cloud my judgement.
As I mounted my horse and rode towards my camp, I could feel the weight of the guilt weighing down on me. I had taken lives, and even though it had been necessary, it still felt like a heavy burden to bear.
Chloe followed me, her eyes filled with concern. She had always been my confidant, my rock, and I knew I could trust her with anything. But I was not sure if I was ready to share what had happened.
As we reached the camp, I dismounted and went inside my tent, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Chloe followed me, her eyes fixed on my face.
She saw the sadness etched on my face and came towards me, her arms outstretched. I fell into her embrace, and for a moment, everything felt right in the world.
But the guilt still lingered, a constant reminder of what I had done. I knew I had to face it head-on, but I did not know how. Chloe could see that I was struggling, and she sat beside me, her hand on my shoulder.
"Talk to me," she said, her voice soft and gentle. "Tell me what\'s going on in your head."
And so, I began to speak, telling her everything that had happened, the guilt and the regret, the fear and the uncertainty. It was not an easy conversation, but it was one that I knew I needed to have.
As I spoke, I felt a weight being lifted off my shoulders. Chloe listened intently, her eyes fixed on mine, her hand providing a constant source of comfort.
When I was done, she hugged me once more, and I knew that I was not alone. The burden was still there, but it felt lighter somehow, more manageable. And for the first time in a long time, I felt like I could face whatever lay ahead.
"I didn\'t want to keep these warriors safe, but I didn\'t have a choice," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I could feel the weight of the responsibility on my shoulders. "If I hadn\'t killed them, I could have triggered a rebellion back at home."
I sighed, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders. "There is nothing," I said, trying to dismiss the conversation.
"No, you are not tired," she said, her voice gentle but firm. "You are trying to get me off your back, but I am not going anywhere unless you tell me what happened?"
She held me close, and I felt my heart soften at her touch. Diamond is the hardest material in the world, but there comes a point where even a diamond has to melt. And in that moment, I felt myself melt.
"I am feeling scared," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I am scared of myself. I kill people like they are nothing, but after all, they are people. I am taking lives, and you know what a life means."
"You are doing this to keep yourself safe. You didn\'t attack them. They came at you first; you are just trying to defend yourself and your city," she said, her voice soothing and reassuring.
"I know," I said, my voice filled with emotion. "But there can be a way to avoid all of this. We humans are very destructive. We kill and destroy everything, even our own kind."
I felt her embrace me, and I felt my body relax. "Just relax," she said, her voice filled with love and understanding. "You haven\'t done anything wrong. You are a king, and you are trying to defend yourself. You have this duty to yourself and your people. So, you must be committed to your cause. You are not wrong; you are just perceiving it wrong."
"I don\'t know what I am doing," I said, tears filling my eyes. "But I am very wrong. I shouldn\'t be killing people, especially warriors of such caliber."
She held me tightly, and I felt myself relax into her embrace. Her touch was gentle, but firm, and I felt the weight of the world lifting off my shoulders. In that moment, I knew that I wasn\'t alone, and that I had someone to turn to when I needed help.