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My cheeks are wet, and I lift my hand to touch them. When I pull my fingers away, I see my tears glistening there along withblood. I turn away from the dismembered bodies falling to the ground around me and search.
I see Cora battling five hunters with a wide smile as she uses her magic to destroy them. Her mates surround her, carving a path through their midst.
Razcorr dives from the sky, grabbing a hunter by his shoulders. The human screams and kicks, fighting as he’s lifted higher and higher until he is thrown like a weapon right at a group of hunters fighting their way through our monsters.
Oh, shadows.
What have they made us into?
My heart aches, and my soul screams as I turn, yet I bring my sword up and slice across the neck of a hunter trying to sneak up on Kaito who’s battling three humans. I end his life, and when he falls to my feet, all I feel is regret and pain so deep, I know it comes from more than just me.
It’s from the very earth itself. Each boy that falls is another drop of pain in the bucket. I feel every life that is taken, as if it takes a piece of my soul, even if it isn’t by my hand.
I stand here amongst the onslaught and I sob.
My men falter around me, keeping the humans back but not killing them, noticing my reactions.
I seek out Cora again to see her pushing forward.
Blood covers the once golden field, and the sky is black with shadows and death. So many blurry faces run past us, and there is so much agony, anger, and death.
I can’t do this.
The tip of my sword drops, blood coating the blade and dulling it. I feel specks of it on my face and across my hands, and I want to be sick.
Call me weak or naïve, but I can’t.
The horror and bloodshed make me queasy. My powers cry out inside me, protesting being used for taking life when it wantsto give it. I even feel the earth below me crying out at the blood spilled across it. It wants life and happiness, not death.
I scan the clashing bodies, and tears spill from my eyes. So many are dead already, and so many are dying.
Their cries fill the air, monsters and humans alike, and without thinking, I drop the sword and lower to my knees beside the first body I come across. It’s not until I take the hand that I realize it’s a hunter, but it doesn’t stop me.
“Please,” he begs. He’s so young, so very young, and tears flow down his face. His intestines are on the outside, and the scents of death and shit make me wince. He is pale and on death’s door. “Please, I don’t want to die,” he begs. “I don’t want to die. I’m sorry.”
Swallowing my pain, I close my eyes and do what I was made for.
I heal.
When I open my eyes, nothing but a scar remains on his stomach, but he can breathe now, and color fills his cheeks once more. “Thank you, thank you,” he sobs, clutching my hand. “Thank you for saving me. I’m so sorry—”
I stand and nod. “Go home,” I demand, “or help us. Your choice. You have been given a second chance. Do not waste it.”
Sometimes, you have to forgive and help an enemy in order to help your own cause.
With that, I turn to the next voice crying out for help, determined to heal as many as I can. Humans, monsters, hunters, and my people—I will save them all.
I wasn’t made to take life.
I was made to give it.
They can call me a monster, but they won’t make me one.
Chapter
Sixty
KAI
