Reconquista
Yet something was wrong.
Something was burning.
Something was eating away at the 'heart. Something
. But what?
Pity?
Why he should have? The life of an unbeliever was worth anything?
Remorse?
The armed struggle was necessary. This is not what he was told?
Fear?
What? The bright future that was placed in front? Perhaps
"infidels"
"Required"
Future "
Those words still echo in my mind. It was impossible to erase.
"Finally, the evil has been eradicated, "said Isabel approaching" Be proud of yourself. After centuries of struggle ... Our future will be the colors of the rainbow '"
Antonio's face clouded. The words of his queen were as sharp as a sword. As one of the swords with which he had taken the lives of thousands of innocent people.
After watching his hands still dripping with blood, looked up.
All I had before my eyes ... It was his work. He had been the cause of so much destruction.
"Majesty," he murmured Antonio "If all that was necessary ... Because the infidels are not worthy of living ... For our future ... So ... Why do I feel like a monster wrapped in the deepest darkness? "
and looks towards Granada let the wind carries away the hot tears that bathed his face.
I got cast listening "Seisen no Iberia" by Sound Horizon ... There are a few lines but I wanted to write ...
Cough ... Rather ... I still have pending the result of the FIC "Hamburger philter" o.o But I have no time, dannazione ç____ç
Prima o poi la finirò... Anche perchè ho proprio bisogno di scrivere qualcosa di yaoi-comico-demenziale @_____@
Alla prossima!
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