Memoirs of a Dragon Lover

He said to me once, ‘Never forget that no matter what happens, I’ll always love you.’ I believed him.

Chapter Two - We hid our relationship from the world, and even from each other unless we were alone. We hid it because we knew it was wrong, deceitful, even treasonous. We were traitors, we slept with the enemy and got up alone. But we were right. It turned out alright in the end.

I said before that love was a sin, and it truly was, because it was a weakness. Love caused a crack in the veneer of our person. It was a fault line in our convictions. But most of all, it was a blessing upon our souls, a truly unacceptable thing when war was knocking on the door and I loved my enemy.

Our hearts fell. Our enthusiasm paled in the wake of so much death. We wished that it were us decaying beneath the earth. Because perhaps there, there would be no pain.

The sky was blood red, perhaps in anticipation of the carnage that would ensue. The ground, was dark, wet, and felt as if it were already soaked with the blood of generations.

They are saying that this time is a new beginning for us all, and I'd like to think that that is true but I can't. The past holds too much of a sway over the future.