Verdant surroundings
Endless skies, caressing breeze
Park, a peaceful nest
Burdens weigh down heavily
Desperate for tranquility
Credit: C E Ayr
When he’d left for his second tour of duty, he’d promised himself it would be better, but it wasn’t. Now here he was, back again, and here she was, eagerly waiting for the man she would soon be calling her husband. A man she thought she knew, but now, he didn’t even know himself.
For freedom, for country, for democracy, for keeping your loved ones safe…words once proudly touted, now hollow. He’d seen the truth, experienced it, was guilty of it.
“You’ll soon get used to it, son!”
And so he did. All those dead bodies which initially haunted him, soon faded into obscurity. Collateral damage became a norm. He took lives to save lives, because some lives were more precious than others. Millions of miles away, in a country he’d once never knew existed, surrounded by a presumptuously deemed inferior culture, he found himself playing God.
Her hero had returned. If she only knew.
Right, so I’m officially head over heels for the hybrid, Klaus Mikaelson and as the writers decided to give him and subsequently us, major heartbreak by allowing (spoiler alert!) Cami to die in his arms, I hope to placate myself by writing this bit of fanfic!
That smile! ❤️
“I’m a monster and nobody loves monsters,” Klaus gazed steadily out the window.
Cami walked up to him and put her hand on his shoulder.
“You’re only a monster if you choose to be one,” she said, gently.
“And you, Camille, choose to live in your own fairy tale. A tale of hope, aspirations and redemption,” Klaus turned to face her. “A tale only meant for books full of fantasy, never to be experienced by one such as me.”
Cami smiled.
“And yet, the hope you choose to disregard, is now your most beloved of treasures.”
“I did indeed name my daughter Hope, but I would be a fool to think that absolves me of all the sins of my past, sins that stalk me at night and shatter all my dreams.”
“I have faith in you Klaus, and I believe that you will overcome your fears.”
“Do not imagine for one moment, that I fear anything,” Klaus responded harshly.
“Everyone’s scared Klaus and so are you, and that’s alright. Just know that there are people who will care about you,” she paused, “always and forever.”
I know “Always and forever” is actually only for the Mikaelson family, but Cami was there during Christmas and could have easily been family if the powers that be hadn’t been so wicked as to rip her away from Klaus!!! Wasn’t him being tortured for five years enough?! (Totally ignoring the fact that he’s an anti-hero…..eloquent poetry flows from his mouth and his accent is to die for! ❤️)
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This song is dedicated to the children of the military, who too have sadly been targets during the war.
Singer: Azaan Ali
Writer: Major Imran
Sharing this one as well. As we watch from afar, it is the families of those who have sacrificed their lives, who continue to face heartbreak, as is seen by the reaction of the relatives in this tribute.
Credit: Yarnspinner
A white picket fence and garden chairs, Natasha had her perfect backyard all planned out. She kept telling herself that one day, her land would be free for her to live a normal life.
Their valley had been under occupation for decades. Grandpa had joined the resistance, Grandma and other women in the neighbourhood would pelt the vicious army with as many stones as they could carry.
“Natasha,” Mother’s eyes filled with tears.
Natasha bent down near her Mother’s wheelchair.
“Mum, I have to do this, just like Grandma and you,” she said, softly.
“I don’t want you getting hurt, like me,” Mother held her daughter’s hand.
“I’ll still be back out there, fighting for my freedom.”
“Then I’m coming with you,” Mother wiped her face fiercely.
The crowd swelled as these citizens bravely faced off against the ruthless soldiers.
State run papers ran stories of “terrorists” being paid by outside forces to throw stones at soldiers.
“We’re not terrorists, we’re freedom fighters!” roared the resilient nation of men and women, refusing to submit.
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