In War I found Peace and in Peace I Found War

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I looked forward to every time there was a call for war. It meant mum not having to cry in the dark and me not having to be made to feel so bad. Every time dad went to war, there was peace at home. Mum took care of the whole house without anyone breathing over her shoulder and I behaved how I wanted without having to be reminded how someone of my calibre should behave. However, whenever dad came back from war victorious and bringing peace to the land, it meant war in our house.

Each time, I looked forward to war calls and I found myself hoping he never came back. I felt guilty for that thought but I was tired of seeing our whole house in chaos with dad around. I was tired of seeing everyone live in fear of a tyrannous lord. So I had done what I felt I had to do. After watching my mum cry another time, I had done what I felt was good. I had poisoned dad's tea but I forgot something: Dad was a king. Without a king in the land there would be war. Dad's death spread through the whole country like wildfire. The news that one of the strongest cities is now without a king is good news to some cities. I have heard four are already on their way to attack. I have to go. Princesses are not usually spared in a war.

In war I have found peace and in peace I have found war.

                                                     Princess Eliza

I quickly rolled the parchment and placed it in the chest before pushing it into the secret compartment of the wall and closing it up. I grabbed a few important things and tossed it in my sack. I had to be quick. I didn't know how soon the other cities would get here. I grabbed the sack and ran to my mum's room. I hoped she was ready. I screeched to a stop at her door as I saw her lying on the ground with blood pooling around her. I gasped but before I had time to react something hit me. I hardly had time to register the pain before darkness enveloped me.

HUNDRED YEARS LATER

"Sir Smith, there is a chest here," one of Smith's men shouted.

Smith rushed towards them and helped them pull the chest out of the wall. Even though the chest looked old, he knew it was made of gold.

"Open it up."

Someone grabbed an iron and pulled the chest open. It was an old chest so it opened easily. The men exclaimed in joy as they saw the various sizes of jewels in it. Smith paused as he felt a pull towards a parchment in the chest. 'Maybe I can finally find a history to this strange abandoned city', he thought. He picked it up and carefully pulled it open.

In war I have found peace and in peace I have found war.

©Jesutofunmi Fekoya