52 Waking up

'Hard times make strong leaders, strong leaders create good times, and good times create the weak leaders who in their turn create hard times' ; it is an endless cycle where people had to pay for their incestors mistakes and fix them just so their successors can repeat those mistakes again, he wondered where can he place himself, these were hard times, maybe the hardest since the great war with demons, weakness was not an option now that he became the king, he could already feel the weight of the responsibility on his shoulders, and the man whom he considered a strength idol dissapointed him enormously, his father... a bitter smile crossed his lips, a deep sensation of treason and sadness stuck on his throat, remembering his early years, his mother's tears, the huge gap between his parents, yet he always respected the man, maybe he wasn't the greatest example for an affectionate husband and a loving father since he always remained distant, but he was a good king, strong like a mountain, he remembered feeling proud standing next to him, as if standing next to a lion in a pack of cats, what turned him into that... unreasonable person he became? he knew the answer of course, it was the sister he never met, his father was willing to let the world end and not get her hurt, maybe he was a loving father only to her, the daughter from another woman, Goddess or not, a man is only a man and a woman is the same when it comes to love, Damn this, he was a king and still feeling sad because his father loved him less, Henry shook his head and laid back on the big chair, he was the king now, not his father...

Exhausted with how the night went.. he rubbed his temples, his father was set off, not that he didn't know who did it nor was he angry about it, he was his father after all and he never had the intention to hurt him, nor the sister he never knew, but these were hard times that needed extreme measures, with what the holy council had told him few hours ago, many dark spirits had infiltrated their lines, without any means to point them out, trust was a luxury he couldn't afford, and nor is sympathy, the war was about to break and the rotten egg needed to be demolished...

Taking few papers he started writing, to all the kingdoms and his own banner men, no time was there to waste, the human army needed to be ready...

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"Water... " the faint word came came out of the half conscious Sara, her body feeling numb with pain, her eyelids heavy as if their lashes were anchors, trying effortlessly to recollect herself and mind of where is she and what happened to her

"Give the lady some water" came the faint familiar voice before she felt all of her senses wake up at once as the frozen cold water was poured on her making her shiver with a sting of pain, she looked at this place, a dark tight room with a heavy sent of rot, her body was hang on the wall with heavy rusted chains around her wrists and ankles, her gown was now nothing more than dirty rags stained with her own blood, her breath became quick and shallow as her heart beated violently in fear, the memories of what happened hitting her hard, she whispered in disbelief... "Eren... "

"I'am right here with you, my fair lady"