Chapter 10Mature

We pointed ours
They pointed theirs

Desperation was the only common ground we shared
The only common ground that ends bonds
The arguing began
The tears fell
And the accusations flew as the eyes fell on the Marked One

In their hands was a man
Carrying the symbol of The Lost Ones
There would be no peace any longer
There would be no negotiation

What does a leader do in such a situation
When coming together isn't an option
When one must survive or die

With a draw of my breath
And a click of my tool
I discovered truth

There is no correct answer
Only the result that ensues

The End

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