After having to leave on a very dissapointing reason.
I returned with a heavy foot in my step. Feeling like I failed my mission. The suffering throughout the trek, only to be stopped by a Guardian, whom I had no legitement argument against. So...coming back home was a couple day's travel. I felt...sick...and dreary in physical feeling. All I could do was pointlessly mope on the way back. Coming back across the snow covered plains, across lush jungles. All the while the atmosphere being unforgiving in the whether. But after a few more days of surviving and harsh endurance in survival. I finally rose my eyes upon my home, my kingdom.
However....to a scene I never expected, and ultimately feared to see.
The war between our kingdoms...

Feeling ultimately unsettled by the bloody scene, I could only estimate it had been in progress for some hours...maybe even a day while I was gone. I could see how our armies were intensely shedding blood. When one attacked another soldier, another would always come right around and kill the other. I had hoped that we could resolve our differences under civilized intellect, but it seems our enemies have succumbed to savage conclusions.
Forcing us to suffer their ignorant and arrogant ways of violence and indifference. But what ensnared my attention, was the passionate grunts of my sister, powerful and full of valor in her soul. Striking the ground like an electrical meteor, and booming the battlefield with electricity and power. I couldn't spectate this fight, I had to do something in my power to stop it. I was always the smart one, so maybe my intellect could save any more lives before they're lost. So, in attempts to stop it, I rushed to my Father. Hopefully he was in safety.

Me: Father, what have I returned to!?

Asking my king in a scared, surprised voice. All he responded was a dissapointed sigh and dropped his head. But I wasn't accepting that as an answer. So I pressed on to seek the answer.

Me: Father, answer me...your Son deserves to know. And why is Nezva participating. You know how much it irks me that she-

Quivan: I'm sorry Son, but she has carved her own path to dedication of a mercenary. She got her wish...trained for it. Her rightful home, and birthplace to protect. I tried to reason my way Son, believe me. But...sin speaks for the enemy. I couldn't fight that...
And now...I fearfully wait for my demise...on my throne, waiting for my kingdom to perish. Why couldn't I see this sooner.

Saying all with a ghostly depression. I walked forward with aggravation in my step towards my Father.

Me: Don't give up...if you won't try, then I will try for you. What went wrong, Father?

Quivan: The enemy...forced their ways on us. They see us as small prey. Thinking their arrogance is stronger than our intellect. Our ways of wisdom challenged by their....their mortal feelings.

Me: In what way? What happened, there should have been no threat...

Feeling rather puzzled why this was even happening. Did we do something wrong? Or are we fighting for absurd reasons, I had to know. Maybe I could do something. Although my Father felt otherwise. For a King...he is peaceful, but lacks confidence. I pity that.

Quivan: Well...it seems the Nazzack' is forcing their immoral ways on us. Since the rise of this kingdom, I haven't been the King. Arceus has. I've just been following his flawless example of rulership.
However...seems the mortals of this world find their "flawed" intellect and leadership more superior than us...or their heavenly creator. Typical...that's what I can't fight, my Son.
How can you fight Sin...

Me: With another God, of course. We can show these fools who's REALLY wrong here, this is our home! Our people will die, you will lose your throne.....and you will lose respect.

Putting a passionette thunder in my voice. That seemed to raise his head up to me. It wasn't exasperation, but...a look that confirmed I was right. I had hoped this would instill valor in him to gain the strength to get up and fight. I couldn't bare to see my Father wait in fear.

Quivan: That's all I care about...I don't care if I'm a King, or a peasant. Those people......they look up to me. And if I fail them, then through the decades, centuries, millennia. I'll be subjected as a coward. I don't want that. Hmm......well Son. You have moved me to shame. And that's a good thing.

He said looking at me straight into my eyes. I could see a fire in him, a passion to protect his kingdom. Until he looked off and wandered in thought. Then he perked up and dismissed me.

Quivan: Go now...be safe Son. I have an idea. This may or may not save every life...but it may save my kingdom, throne....and my heirs. By Arceus, I hope this works.

Dropping his dead and saying out with a distraught voice.

Me: At once, my King-

Quivan: Son....you don't have to treat yourself like you're my slave. You're my Son! My precious heir to my  legacy, not some lowlife peasant! You...are royalty, Ezahn. You are my gem. This kingdom is simply an oversized home that I claim under my rulership. You are what I live for, not....this!

Shouting to me in a more...passionette tone, than correcting me. I...must have presumed my Father's reasoning inccorectly. He...never really spends time with us. Ever since our Mother left our family image. Our Father has been....darker. More emotionally rocked by the joy shattering facts.
Even I don't know of her reasoning in travel. If anything, out Father should wage war on them...for their pursuers to wrongly kill her off, and as well murdering royalty...a Queen. Still, my Father has remained timid. Never engulfed in his anger. In fact I've never seen him angry, only a small spark but nothing more. His words though...it made me think. What he really wants out of life. Out of his children. Or even me myself.

Me: Forgive my rude assumptions, Father.

Quivan: It is not unwell with me, Son. You are forgiven. But please. Flee....and be safe.

Of course, I couldn't obey this...my Sister was out there, and as a Brother, I simply canNOT allow her to fight and lay her life. Yes I know her efforts and viewpoints. But I'm highly against it. Out Of respect, I've silently kept my rage, and supported her. Sometimes I wasn't the best Brother....but I had too now.

But.....this is where all history is closing in. That day...when I felt I lost everything I cared for...worked for. All ripped away from me by immorality of hate and....
So many sins I can't even name them or think straight. By Arceus, I hope I can fix all this. A mess of historical anarchy. A peice of history that digests in the home of legends and tales. I would feel a certain bliss from all this. But my tale is a dark....very "time-lapse" complicated one. With some old Enimies coming back from the dead. Every time I ponder on the past. It's only given me one thing.

Pain...a ultimately describable emotion that can take limitless forms. Many bodies, but one purpose, and it never fails. But I'm more hurt over the fact that I feel EVERYTHING I had...was destined to be doomed. Maybe by time...maybe be the enemy.
Time is cruel...foes...are ungodly. Who have no self-respect, nor deserve it. Giving into what the feel is just our right in their own eyes. We see that now...I do. It's only until they really wake up, only are they redeemed in a new light.
Like a past for whom I sworn to kill. And now has become my ally. This irks me...but for the greater good of my past, I will do this, even if it kills me.

I should be dead...but so should they.
How can I fight foes who have been handcrafted by Arceus himself anyway? Sometimes, giving up seems essential. But I know it will get me nowhere, if anything backwards. I'd never learn from my mistakes, nor mature. But I know what I'm forgetting.

Hope.
That...small definition that can equally rival pain. A feeling that can give you a real or blind bliss to push through it. And even when you get to the other side and nothing's there. It makes the pain feel worth it regardless. I lost 3/4th's of my family. The Megawatt generation has died...me, the Gigawatt decendant tree is the only hope to make sure this history isn't overlooked, unnapreaciated, or forgotten. I won't let them.

I won't let the world....forget....that I lost my Father, my Sister and my Mother to evilness. It fills my heart with a black, void rage. But I won't kill......not against an army. So, until history has been rewritten. I will....as most say.
See how things go from here. At least thinking gives me a good break from the real world...