Screams. Imperial banners. Soldiers.
These are the things that stood out most vividly in the mind of Kabul in the sudden end to his happy childhood life.
Smoke. Swords. Blood.
A six-year-old boy watched in horrific shock as his world turned upside-down at the hands of armored strangers, savagely attacking those he'd known all his life. Struggles to defend themselves were crushed in minutes.
Fire. Fear. Death.
When the strange men retreated, the child was left standing among the burning buildings of his village and the corpses of its former inhabitants.
Silence. Panic. Shock.
By the time the fires were burnt everything to the ground, there was only one living thing left. The child's paralysis finally left him and he searched frantically through the remains. His pitiful cries were met only with his own echoes. Not even the birds would answer him.
Pain. Insanity. Hatred.
Soldiers came once more, searching the ruined village. When they found the child, he was grabbed roughly by the arm and dragged away from the village. He screamed and flailed uselessly, beaten for his efforts.
And then the voice came. It's words were simple and easy for even a stunned six-year-old to follow.
Fight. Run. Live.
The voice was acknowledged.
I will help you.
The voice was welcomed.
We will avenge them together.
The spirit gained control.
Uncontrollable rage.
The boy became a monster.
These are the things that stood out most vividly in the mind of Kabul in the sudden end to his happy childhood life.
Smoke. Swords. Blood.
A six-year-old boy watched in horrific shock as his world turned upside-down at the hands of armored strangers, savagely attacking those he'd known all his life. Struggles to defend themselves were crushed in minutes.
Fire. Fear. Death.
When the strange men retreated, the child was left standing among the burning buildings of his village and the corpses of its former inhabitants.
Silence. Panic. Shock.
By the time the fires were burnt everything to the ground, there was only one living thing left. The child's paralysis finally left him and he searched frantically through the remains. His pitiful cries were met only with his own echoes. Not even the birds would answer him.
Pain. Insanity. Hatred.
Soldiers came once more, searching the ruined village. When they found the child, he was grabbed roughly by the arm and dragged away from the village. He screamed and flailed uselessly, beaten for his efforts.
And then the voice came. It's words were simple and easy for even a stunned six-year-old to follow.
Fight. Run. Live.
The voice was acknowledged.
I will help you.
The voice was welcomed.
We will avenge them together.
The spirit gained control.
Uncontrollable rage.
The boy became a monster.
