I'm not gonna pretend to be such a good person.
I'm not gonna pretend to have such a perfect life.
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If you’re reading this, you must’ve been one of those who survived a very very tragic incident. People who are in control right now might be hiding the truth from everyone, but you must know what happened. And this is why I have written this.
My name is Aria. I was the one who started all this. I never thought it would end up like this. I always knew something bad would happen but not something like this. At least not something like this.
About 80 years ago, the world broke out into an all out nuclear war. Only a few remaining portions of the land were left partially damaged, and most people who survived fought to have the land. Resources were scarce, so even after the war, a new kind of government was established. This was how the new society began.
Everyone had to make do with what they had. Everyone had to do what they had to do to get by – even stealing, even killing.
And I played a huge role on this. Now I’ll tell you how it all came to place – how all the nightmares and the horrors came to life, and how we wished no one ever survived the war 80 years back.
After the new government was established, the new society was also established. All the rich and important people who were able to hide well from the war came out and took hold of the highest positions. The eight highest families comprised the government; they were called the huit. 50% of the resources always went to them, 20% went to the ehre – the families that are a little bit well-off—and what was left was given to the nurs – the commoners. You have to understand though that about 80% of the population are nurs. It was abominable. People were dropping like fleas on the streets; children were so malnourished, you could see the outline of their bones on their skin. My father, the leader of the current government, has been trying a more peaceful approach to solve the situation. He has been convincing the higher families to give more to the nurs. He believed that fighting for it would never end well.
And then I’ve had enough. I’ve had enough of just looking at the people and not being able to do anything. I’m the daughter of the man with the highest position in the society, yet I’m not able to help them.
The idea came into mind when I was visiting a village with my father.
Two young nurs boys were caught stealing some bread from the ehre. Punishment for stealing from the ehre was severe – it ended that the boys could no longer walk, not to mention move.
At night, I hear their screams, and the image of them being punished kept repeating in my mind when I close my eyes. I was hypnotised by this scene.
After a week of what seemed like a nightmare, I figured I could steal for these children, for these people. Those boys were in no position to steal something; they were weak and slow. But I’m not. I had access to all huit and ehre houses, I was a much better fighter compared to my bodyguards, and no one would suspect me.
The evening a week after that day, my alter-ego was born. During the day, I attended meetings and gatherings where we would think about how to further quell the nurs’ rebellion against us, but at night, I rebelled against my kind – I stole food from the huit and ehre houses every night religiously.
This went on for a couple of months. Some of the nurs were able to eat well, some had more medicine and got a little better, and some became stronger and more confident. My alter-ego was called the night hero of the nurs. Though this was such a good thing for them, in a certain way, it was such a huge problem for my father. The huit and ehre were so mad at my father because he wasn’t able to catch this ‘night hero’, and that they were losing a lot of food and resources every night. They threatened to throw out my father from his position, and label our family as a honteux, an outcast.
I don’t know which was worse because either way, caught or not caught, my father and I would definitely be a honteux.
Please don’t get me wrong. I love my father more than anything in the world, and it pains me to see him suffering because of my actions. But what can I do to clean up this mess I started? The nurs were getting stronger and more rebellious every day. The huit and the ehre were getting more and more anxious, and they were pushing my father to the edge.
I tried to stop stealing in hopes that it would solve everything, but it just drove things further down the cliff – the nurs had started a rebellion, thinking that their night hero was caught by the huit’s army.
I finally told my father about it. The night before everything broke out, I talked to him and apologized to him. I could still remember how his eyes looked so sad and caring at the same time. He caressed my face like he used to do when I was still a child, and then he whispered, “It’s okay”.
The last thing I heard him whisper to me that night was, “You are my precious daughter; I will not let anything harm you. I love you, my dear.”
The next dawn, the uprising broke out.
The huit and the ehre forced my father to stand on the front lines. A mass execution was ordered for all the nurs.
My father tried to convince everyone to stop fighting, but as he was trying to do so, the nurs captured him. I saw how they murdered my father. The people that I tried to help and feed murdered my father.
I tried to run and stop them, but I couldn’t make it on time. Just before my father died, he shouted that he was the night hero the nurs were looking up to, and then he looked at me with a smile.
The nurs, the huit, and the ehre were all startled by my father’s words. The nurs, fuelled by anger, and perhaps guilt, charged further towards the huit and ehre. I had no idea how I got out of there, however. I guess my bodyguards did their job well. They later informed me that my father ordered them to get me out of there as soon as war erupted.
Soon my bodyguards and I were living in hiding. The huit and ehre won the war, but they suffered enough damage to fuel their anger so much that they ordered severe punishments for the nurs – families were separated, most of them became slaves, children were slaughtered, and families of those who joined the war were tortured until death.
For the past ten years, I have been training hard and devising plans on how to turn the tables with the huit and ehre. And now I’m ready.
I’ll be back, and bring life to the nurs, like what my father always wanted.
Spread the story, and tell everyone there’s hope.