You wondered why the hell you were born, grew up knowing you were a thorn in the world's side, turned into a shitty adult, and then unwittingly wound up with a bun in the oven. Unless you were born into some fancy noble household, you could kiss any hope of a life like that goodbye. Only a handful of kids were lucky enough to have warm food and a bed. My mother shouldn't be singled out as a bad person. If she'd been feeding me properly, I wouldn't have been forced to steal. After all, I learned to swipe a meal before I even learned to speak. My earliest memory is of my mother shouting, and the only other thing I remember from those days is being slapped around. My life had been hell from as far back as I could remember, and undoubtedly from the first moment I came into the world. I couldn't remember a single good day, rain or shine. "What a waste of life." There was no stopping the laughter now. Knowing it meant my death was near made it no less strange. The cold rain must have been nipping at my back, but I felt no chill. The pain, which had felt like flames leaping across my back, was gone now. Since I had nothing to confess, no one shattered my bones or ripped my fingernails off. I had no grand scheme or friends to give up. If any one thing could be called unequal, it was that five fine souls who tried to strike down an oppressive lord were chained up here next to a common murderer like me. Their lord may not have treated them fairly, but he did treat them equally. Being clever didn't earn anyone a better outcome. That said, the stubborn ones like her who held out were given the same mangling as the ones who confessed immediately, and all were laid out here, onto the cobblestones of the square. There is no such thing as a person incapable of betrayal. That's what you get for trusting other people. They were found before they could even pick up their weapons, let alone revolt. I practically expect it from landed lords, or else why would she and her friends have tried to start a revolt in the first place? The damned fools.Īnd it was foolish. I won't stop here and lament that people are willing to do something so brutal to a girl of so few years. Repeated burns from a branding iron had reduced her palms and the soles of her feet to rotted, reeking flesh, and the joints of all four limbs had been ruined to the point where she couldn't even turn in her sleep. And that was not the only torture she had endured. How could she have read my expression? They had taken her sight pried open both her lids and thrust needles into each eye. I used to make sure they never answered anyone again. People who answered questions with questions disgusted me. "What is what?" I replied, and wished I hadn't. It was so frail that the rain threatened to wash it away. "What is it?" a voice next to me asked, weakly. Rainy days are never good, I thought, as I stared through the rain pounding down relentlessly around me. Zero - A Rain to End and a Flower to Begin From Drakengard 3 Official English Website
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