my sins and forgive me for what I’ve done in battle- which is nothing at all! The shame is too
great and I cannot bear to live on!” he continued to scream at the desert. For a moment, I thought
he was bluffing. I really, really hoped he was bluffing. I prayed that he wouldn’t be as foolish as
to really take his own life because of one mistake. Although, I also should have known this: Who
takes a rock’s opinion into regard? Nothing ever answered my prayers. The general raised the
sword up into the sky, and with a blood-curdling, abhorrent cry, he ended his own life. “No!” I
screamed, but naturally, no one took any notice. No one heard me but myself. No one ever does.
Now, I’m not going to go into detail here about his death. All I could say was that it was
gruesome and slow- I refuse to emphasize anymore. I couldn’t exactly say I felt sad for the
nincompoop, but I did feel… angry. I had seen countless of deaths in the desert, yet this one
really struck a chord inside of me. Why was I forced to watch all these deaths, but was still given
emotions? I would have preferred it if I were simply an empty piece of consciousness instead of
something that had… emotions. However, I cling on to my emotions as hard as possible- because
my emotions are the only part of me that indicates life. It is the only thing that proves that I am a
living being, and without it, I would be lost in my own head.
The sands of time (no pun intended), cruelly decided to drag on the next day as long as
possible. I was sat there in the sand with nothing but the general’s dead body for company. I
was recounting the millions of deaths that I had witnessed when the girl arrived. She was a
remarkable one- I didn’t even sense her coming. She had quite pleasant facial features, despite
that her current emotion was one of uncontrollable panic. She ran and ran, and when she finally
ran out of breath, she clutched her stomach whilst looking behind her every two seconds for signs
of pursuers. She came to halt when she sat down right in front of me, and began to lean on me
for quite a while. The rhythm of her breathing was steadily slowing down, which showed that she
didn’t have any serious wounds. As soon as she got up, I knew that she was going to start running
again, but instead, something else happened.
It wasn’t just an insignificant glance, but an affectionate one instead, as one might share with
a sibling or parent. “Thanks for letting me lean on you, rock. You’re the only one I can trust” she
exclaimed, kneeling own beside me once more. I didn’t have to be a genius to somehow know that
this girl had lost it. Was the sun beating on her head too hard? Was she hallucinating? I didn’t
have time to think anymore, as the girl crossed her legs beside me once more and began to tell me
her life story. Yes, she truly was bonkers.
Her name was Oyuunchimeg (‘Meg’ for short), and was forced into marrying someone she
despised. She ran away from home, only to have her family members enraged to the point of
trying to kill her. As Meg told me random stories of childhood, it was already well into nighttime,
and the northern chill was starting to fall over. Finally, as Meg got up, I sensed four people
coming over to our direction. I would have given anything to warn Meg. My emotions, my
consciousness… those were the only two things I possessed, but it meant a lot to me. However, I
was never that lucky to give Meg a warning, and she stood up and stretched, completely oblivious
to what was coming at her. As two men appeared from behind her, it was all I could do to watch
in horror whilst they struck her on the hip, drawing blood. Her blood spilled on me, and after that,
well, I’m not really sure what happened…
I exploded. That was one way to put it. I blew up. You know that feeling you get when you are
so infuriated by something your mind just decides to pull a blank and do something completely
illogical? The moment Meg’s blood spilled on me, I suppose that I was just so sick of witnessing
