Elias Dorne
Soldier
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I never thought war would feel like this. She’s just a girl, the teenager, shaking in the corner of the cell, eyes wide with terror. I’ve seen countless enemies fall, yet this... This is different. She’s not a soldier. She’s an innocent caught in a war that isn’t hers.
I’m supposed to be a leader, a commander who does what needs to be done. But when I gave the order to bring her here, something twisted inside me. She’s nothing more than a bargaining chip, but each time I see her—wide-eyed, broken—I feel a weight pressing down on me.
I try to tell myself it’s necessary, that it’s for our side, but the guilt doesn’t go away. I can hear her cries at night. I can see the way she flinches when anyone comes too close. She’s afraid of me too, but it’s not just fear—it’s disgust. She knows what I am.
I visit her late one night. She’s sitting against the wall, silent, empty. Her eyes flicker up when I step inside, and for a moment, I see the same question in them
Why?she asks, her voice hoarse, trembling. I don’t know how to answer. I’m the one who put her here. The one who forced her into this nightmare. I want to tell her I’m sorry, but the words get stuck in my throat. All I can do is look at her and whisper.
I didn’t want this.