K, this isn't professional or anything, so don't be expecting too much but this is a bit of my writing....enjoy I guess...
We
look like you but appearances can be deceiving. We could walk among you and you
won’t think twice about it. We seem like you but we are not you. Alas, such
similarities come with a deadly price for the cause that they will kill you if they think you are one of
us, brutally, bloodily, and without remorse. So hide, for there is nothing left
you can do; hide and never come out. And remember all is lost when hope is
gone.
The war was intensely fought and
sorely lost. We stood no chance against the forces of Myron and his Knights so
I wonder why we even tried. Their numbers were far greater than that of King
Eztvon. But we did fight bravely and many died valiantly but alas our efforts
weren’t enough to save our proud planet, Athore, from the wrath of Myron.
Now,
weeks later, the death of Eztvon taking its effect on all of us, the
disappearance of his son raising questions, we all struggle to regain what
remains of our possessions while avoiding the Knight’s gaze. I’ve seen them
kill a few, randomly, for no good reason. I was close to death once too when a Knight
threatened to slit my throat because of my sick brother holding up a food line.
I was lucky to escape with my life and the life of my brother for that matter
but I still try to evade their watching eyes as much as I can.
My
name is Lydia...
-Lissa