What is life like? People from different classes, different countries, and different genders always give very different answers - but in the final analysis, I am afraid they are all inseparable from the word "changeable". Latest and fastest update
The trajectory of your life that you once thought would not change, the ordinary daily life that would continue step by step, will never be the same again because of something that may have been a very small thing at first.
Kingship, country, identity, status, and intimate relationships, these things that people take for granted, actually do not exist forever. Deep down in their hearts, most people also understand this truth, but human beings are just like the bright and colorful civilization and temperament itself. When it comes to some rational issues, they will act out Their decision-making is also completely different from that of dwarves and elves.
Elves with indifferent temperaments rarely try to save things that are irreparable. We have said that this is inseparable from their long lives. After all, love involving anything will be like a fleeting spark to an elf with a life span of thousands of years - even if you have loved deeply, you will never be able to withstand the ravages of time. This long life has given them an indifference that does not care about worldly affairs. It may be a mechanism for self-protection of this race, because no matter how passionate it is, it may not be able to last for thousands of years.
Because of this, elves will never be able to build and maintain a country like humans, nor will they feel a sense of belonging to a certain organization. This kind of difference is greater than the differences between the major human nations. The cultural differences between races are extremely severe and they can never truly understand each other. Even if a few individuals operating in human society can understand it to some extent, they will still see humans trying their best to save a certain situation. Disaster, or when one country is fending off another country's invasion, simply and innocently ask:
"why?"
The journey of life is inherently changeable. Wouldn't it be better to just deal with it calmly and wait and see what happens? Why do we still waste thousands and tens of thousands of precious lives on unnecessary resistance and sacrifices when we know that we are bound to lose?
If you surrender, you can keep your life, and even if there is no conflict in the first place, you can keep your original life. Why should you lose everything that really exists for the sake of the concept of an invisible and intangible country that does not actually exist?
glory? integrity? Root bone? ——Elves who cannot understand these concepts of human beings will never understand why these single creatures, who are far weaker than them, continue to sacrifice for something, and it is this fundamental difference that may determine Humanity now ranks first among the five great races in a vast territory - but like everything else, it is complex.
Holding on to a sense of honor that refuses to let go, with an unyielding spirit that would rather die than die, they die one after another for their motherland - the war in which the Luoan people resisted the army of the Otolo Empire twenty-one years ago has been passed down orally to this day. It is still not inferior - but it is really like what the older generation of Luoans who have personally experienced the Patriotic War always say, it is a war that "even if it fails, it still makes people proud" ?
Like our little Mira, the new generation of Luoan people born after the defeat and exile may, like the elves, be unable to understand the ideals that their fathers and ancestors have never forgotten.
It only exists in their mouths. They have been listening to their parents or other elders telling them since they were children. This kind of past glory has become a numb and tasteless repetition after the initial yearning was diluted by the pain of reality. , like a pot of overcooked West Coast smorgasbord of cereal. When eating, you just scoop it up and swallow it mechanically. You will never and can no longer experience any of the taste.
For Luoan people who are over thirty-five years old and have personally experienced life before Luoan was destroyed and a series of wars that followed, life is changeable. They once had everything, but now they have nothing.
But for those under the age of twenty-five, and those Luoan people born after the war, they have not experienced such ups and downs. Life has never been easy since they can remember, working as hard as slaves or It is simply the life of a slave, escape, disease, hunger, and poverty. Everywhere is full of misfortunes, and every day seems as terrible as yesterday and yesterday's yesterday. Not to mention the future, even the past is just a vague afterimage, hard to touch.
What kind of life do these new generations of Luoan people experience?
We cannot say that the men and women who heroically sacrificed their lives for the Kingdom of Luoan are just self-satisfied. They indeed held firm beliefs and never surrendered in the face of an empire that was far more powerful than themselves. But after this so-called great failure but still glorious Patriotic War, the lives of the remaining descendants of the Luoan people are probably far from the word "glorious".
Our little Mira of the common people naturally understands this deeply, but for those Luoan nobles who were brave and fearless in the past and even the descendants of the Luoan royal family, they have never experienced this kind of thing imposed on them by their elders. What kind of concept is it to live a life of glory and pride, only to have an empty shell of pride and lip service?
It is true that the king and nobles of the Luoan people made the greatest sacrifice in the war twenty-one years ago, which is why so many people were still willing to sacrifice themselves for the escape of the royal family even when they were defeated. But what kind of royal family is this even the country has lost?
She was different from others, and she was important. Although she didn't know why it was important, it was important. This was what she had heard repeated over and over again in her short twelve years of life. Discourse.
Her Royal Highness the Princess was born in the process of escaping. Her mother's life was taken away on the day she was born. Later, she was targeted by the Otolo people because of the town where she was temporarily staying. As she continued to evacuate south, she also lost herself. 's father.
A lonely princess with no brothers or sisters, no father or mother.
But she at least had those many companions who cared about her and cared about her - yes, to be precise.
"You must keep a low profile and cannot reveal your identity." They said; "The blood shed on your body is the key to Luoan's revival. You must cherish yourself." They said; "We will go through fire and water for you. This is why What your parents and grandparents once did for us." they said, and then the people who said this disappeared one by one, and some were ceremoniously placed on the raft according to Luoan's etiquette, and carried out a grand water cremation. But more often than not, he was hit by a stray shot in order to cover himself during the escape. He fell to the ground and watched helplessly as he disappeared below the horizon behind him.
"As long as you exist, Luo An will not be considered subjugated." They said, and she clenched her fists, once firmly believing in this fact.
The surviving people arrived in the south, a place very similar to the past Kingdom of Luoan - or at least that's what the adults said. They worked hard here and finally created their own place of survival, and gradually began to attract other exiled Luoans here. Everything is so beautiful and prosperous, as if it is really about to recreate the glory of the Luoan Kingdom.
"Can I be friends with you, Your Highness the Princess?" she said. The child was wearing Luoan's traditional braids. That was six years ago. "Yeah!" She was very happy. This was the first time she had contact with children of the same age and race. She has friends and is no longer a lonely princess.
"No - please take her away!" But the change came immediately. The locals in the south would not sit back and watch an outside force develop rapidly. They were scattered and once again entered into an uninterrupted escape. The group also continued to reduce in number, until one day it became no longer strong enough, and any small clan could easily bully them. The clan leader said that if they could get satisfactory service, they would be forgiven for trespassing into the territory. Because of their sins, they are allowed to live here as hard laborers with some status.
The child's mother gave her away personally as a substitute for Her Royal Highness. Latest and fastest update
"I hate you." The girl with braids said, and then she never came back.
"It doesn't matter, you are more important than her, you are irreplaceable." The child's mother choked and said. Three days later, she cut herself twenty-one times with a dull knife and ended her life.
Her Royal Highness the Princess became a lonely person again. Even though there were other people around her, and even though people kept telling her: "We are willing to sacrifice for you, you are irreplaceable.", she still could not let her go. Forget about that kid saying "I hate you" before turning his head.
"How much more do we need to do for her?" "Shut up Victor!" "So many people have died, what can such a little girl do? She can't play any role. It's time for us to do something for ourselves. Think about it!" The quarrels of the adults that I heard that night when I couldn't sleep left an indelible and unspeakable mark on my heart. Her tears soaked the pillow, but when she woke up the next day she had forgotten why she was crying and how to show her emotions.
Her Royal Highness is the last royal family who is lonely, powerless, and has nothing. Her actions should be consistent with her status as a royal family, even though she has no idea what the royal family is.
——But if she lost these, what would she have left?
——Who is she if she loses her only identity as a royal?
she does not know.
Just like this, time passed by, and the days never got better since then. The people around her gradually became rarer. In order to survive, she had to start working hard like everyone else, sir. They rarely mention words like "the glory of Luoan" and "you are very important". Half of it is because of the sparse population that they can no longer keep their own secrets like before, and the other half, maybe they can't either. Just convince yourself to believe it all.
Labor is very hard, but fortunately her dirty appearance provides her with another layer of defense - at least no one will stare at her, she thought. The expressionless Her Royal Highness, even in front of people of her own race, The adults just put on a false smile.
Even if there was really a living soul underneath that smile, she herself wasn't sure.
--somebody is coming. They are foreign mercenaries! What are they here for?
News always spreads quickly in a small clan like this, and even with a low status, she can still hear other people's words. The other surviving Luoans seemed to have received some news. The woman who tried her best to refute Victor and defend herself saw something and hid with herself. She seemed to be waiting for something. , for the first time, a bright light appeared on the face that had become tired and wrinkled due to life - she didn't understand what it was, and the other party just told her to wait.
waiting.
They stayed here until the flames and screams started.
"Did you fail?" She heard her say this, and the people within the clan reacted. They began to search for the mercenaries everywhere. There was a lot of noise and torches - was there a conflict between the two sides? The dirty princess was so arrogant. Thinking aimlessly, she couldn't understand why she was still hiding here, just like she didn't understand what it was like to be a royal. Her Royal Highness, the princess who lived just to live, had an unchanging life, without any fluctuations. Since then, I have been unable to experience any emotion in my life, just like a walking dead princess.
She didn't understand the glory of the royal family, the reason why the woman next to her defended herself to the death, and even the pride of surviving as a human being, and she didn't think she would understand it in the days to come - —
should.
So true.
But so what.
The white hair on her head was illuminated by the light emitted by the armor and the long sword, which looked like the Valkyrie of Luoan. She easily repelled three grassland warriors with her own strength. A sniffing sound sounded from the side, Her Royal Highness the Princess. He turned his head and saw the woman next to him staring at the slender girl intently. Her dirty hair and face could not hide the trembling longing and hope from the bottom of her heart.
"Ah, this is, why?" The night wind blew by, and there was a cool touch on her face. Her Royal Highness stretched out her hand to touch it, and suddenly realized that she was crying again for unknown reasons.
"I have always believed that there will be such a day. The great mother Luo An will not give up on us." She next to her also had the same expression, and her rough palms still retained the same feeling as when she held her own hand when she was a child. With a calm temperature, she rushed out. The girl quickly turned around because of the movement and faced this direction fully armed. The two parties met their sights. Her Royal Highness saw the perseverance on the clean and tidy face of the girl who was much taller than her. application. The other party also saw them. The white-haired girl was stunned for a moment, and then quickly turned the tip of her sword in another direction. Her movements were as smooth as a beautiful painting.
"Here!" she shouted to someone, and then the two of them saw a man who was much taller than an ordinary person rushing over from the other side.
"Follow us!" The sparkling girl ran over with a sword and grabbed the princess's hand, but just as they were about to leave, the woman behind them stopped.
"I'm sorry, but I think I can't stay with you anymore." She smiled and said to Her Highness the Princess, and Her Highness the Princess noticed just now that there was a dark blood stain on the other person's abdomen, just because of the dim light. It had not been noticed before, and the journey to take her away might not have been smooth - the girl next to her also noticed this, her beautiful eyebrows above her bright eyes knitted together, and then she turned her head towards that person The man shouted: "Teacher!"
The man turned his head and locked eyes with the woman who appeared to be about the same age but looked very old due to all the torture.
Somehow, even though it was just their first meeting, they could understand it all with just one look. The man and the girl were like saviors from myths and legends. A stranger with a sword came to them in the long darkness.
If he didn't come to save her, who else would go to such trouble.
Between people with the same thinking and experience, there is no need to say anything, and everything will be understood naturally and clearly from the actions.
"I've been waiting for this moment for a long, long time."
"All this is guided by Mira (destiny). I believe you will take her away, right." She said to the two people. Her Highness the Princess could not understand how this person managed to stay in this long time. She still retains this hope in time, because the so-called thing of someone coming to rescue her and leaving is more difficult for her than understanding the status of the royal family.
--Why?
Her Royal Highness the Princess's expression was still dull. She still didn't understand what all this was going on. She just stood there blankly and looked at the other three people.
"Say what you say, we can go together." The girl with a ponytail held a sword in both hands to guard them. Her words, like her actions and appearance, revealed a coveted stubbornness and strength—— "ah--"
It wasn't until this moment that Her Royal Highness understood why she had shed tears involuntarily before.
That girl is the incarnation of the Luoans.
Although she looked like she must have been born after the war, her shining armor and weapons, as well as her unyielding eyes, looked very much like the fearless stories she had been hearing from everyone since she was a child. of Luoan warriors.
No - it's not just that.
She represents hope - the hope that has long been lost in the hearts of the suffering Luoan people who are so riddled with holes that they cannot believe that they will be able to have a better life.
We can too, and we still do.
There is in arms.
The pride of being a Luoan person.
We can still do it.
To be able to stand on this land like her, with bright armor, awe-inspiring, proud and confident.
To be like her, you don't have to run away as hard as a slave, but have the pride of being a human being who stands upright.
"Go." The woman said to her, and the smile she showed was as clean and calm as the one she had seen when Her Royal Highness was just sensible and had a relatively stable life.
"Stop saying anything." She stretched out her hand to stop the girl next to her from about to speak: "I am Countess Viktoria Fodorovna of the Kingdom of Luoan. Don't look at it like this. I was once one of the best warriors in the kingdom. You need to break up. Please give me a sword, and please let my broken body serve as a final act for Her Royal Highness the Princess."
She turned her head and looked at Her Royal Highness the Princess: "Please be sure to restore Luo An's past glory."
She said this, and the tall man next to her glanced at the surrounding scene: "It's time to go." He said this without even trying to persuade the countess.
This is the respect one warrior has for another warrior - for some reason, Her Royal Highness feels this is the case.
Go to death proudly - yes - is that so - the warriors of the Luoan Kingdom in the past had such a mood.
Have they not forgotten it until now?
The girl standing next to Her Royal Highness handed the sword to Victoria without hesitation. The pale countess took a look, and then said with an uneasy smile: "You are really willing to give up."
"Let's go!" The searchers had already discovered the body. After the chaos, they rushed over here. The tall man and the girl pulled her and ran towards the darkness. Until this moment, Her Royal Highness's expression finally melted. .
"elder sister--"
She shouted loudly towards the Countess, whose back was gradually shrinking. The other party seemed to turn around, but then her position was overwhelmed by many torches.
"Huh-" The man whistled, and then two horses ran over from a short distance away.
"Let's go." The girl with the ponytail who quickly got on her horse reached out to her. Her Royal Highness stood there with tears in her eyes for a moment. Finally, she gritted her teeth and stretched out her dirty little hand. Wiping away tears, he held the other person's hand.
"Drive!" The girl swung the reins, and then the three men and two horses quickly fled into the distance in the darkness.
