Today is the day of the night. Exactly fourteen years ago, the government invaded my home - the Alderlight, killing everyone over five years old. I had just turned four at the time so I was safe. My five brothers, my parents and my sister weren't though.

I can still remember sitting on the cold wooden floor of the living room, crying and screaming out their names until my voice was raw as, one by one, their lifeless bodies crumpled to the ground. The memory of that hour, that eternally long hour, will haunt me for the rest of my life.

I will always blame myself for their deaths. I was too scared to help, too fearful for my own life. I was selfish, cowardly. I should have sacrificed myself for them. At the very least, I should have died with them.

I stand now, fourteen years later, in front of the long line of graves, staring silently at the engravings on the hard grey stone. The rain smashes down upon my head and the gravel by my feet, exploding into millions of pieces - like teardrops from the sky above. My tears are long gone by now, all used up. There is no use in crying. To be honest, tears should be physically impossible...but yet the body still produces them. Maybe it's the animal inside of us, refusing to obey the biological laws...maybe.

But the animal inside of me has changed, no longer making the tears flow. I have a bigger purpose; to destroy the government and all they hold dear.

By the time I am done, every man, woman and child - one by one - will feel the loss that I have felt. The pain that still burns somewhere inside of me, a fire that will never die, hidden from the sight of others but glaringly visible to myself. They will feel that pain. They will know the meaning of loss...and I will be the one to teach them.