Fourteen
It felt like a nightmare.
Like I returned to a place time and time again, a place of my worst fears, the images that would haunt me forever.
Glencoe Valley burned.
Flames filled the sky against the picturesque mountains while our car approached it along the broken concrete street. I heard the sounds of yelling, felt the scent of death circulating with the wind. My hands trembled. When I closed my eyes, I saw Samuel. I saw the point my life revolved around ceaselessly.
Glencoe Valley burned again.
My friends died again.
The drones exterminated the Highland Army and last survivors of the labour camps. The ones I had saved. The ones who came here to follow my name.
I brushed a hand over my face and rested it against my breastbone. The burden was more than I could bear. My che
