Title: Ydra
Email: azathoth@tellas.gr
Website: http://users.tellas.gr/~azathoth/

Story: "Who, me? No one, really. But I used to be somebody.

Shortly after I was born, the war creeped over us, silent and subtle at first. It's not good for a child, that. It gets to your head. As a result, I joined the clergy as soon as I was of age. I really believed, those years, I really was angry at the infidels, I actually wanted to fight, should it come to that. In fact I was hoping the war would break. Well, it did.
Five years later, I had my wish. I fought as a soldier-priest, in the name of God. There was still hope in me, and I performed well in my duties. So well, in fact, that I was rewarded with the white wings you see now. God has rewarded me, chosen me above others, seen me as special. Ha.
Years have passed since then. I don't think there's anyone left, no matter how optimist, that believes the war will actually come to an end. Too many friends dead, too many families dead, too much blood spilled, for anyone to put it aside and let go of revenge. As for me, I've grown cold. Extinguished.
Yes, I do still fight. But where all the morals and beliefs and virtues have been, there's just no room there anymore. The war filled it up. I do still fight, not just cause it's the only thing I can do. Maybe I too want revenge, or, maybe, it's to prove these damn white, virtuous, reward-for-a-murderer wings of mine wrong ... Or perhaps, to prove them right . "

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