The Five Days of Justice Merriwell

My voice sounds thin and choked when I speak. “Let the soldiers choose for themselves,” I say. “Let those who wish to flee leave now, in good faith. I will not have them stay to be murdered for a cause they cannot support. But let food and bandages be stockpiled through the day, and close the gates”—I almost say, at nightfall, but it is always night now— “before midnight. We will hold my father’s fortress until the last.”

I see again my brothers’ grins beneath their iron helmets as my father released the holy fire upon the heretics.

“No, I’m talking about real people. Flesh and blood like you and me. They’re taken from places they call home and sent into this stormy sea to help calm the waters. It never ends because it’s the storm itself, the unending conflict, that makes the world we know a reality. Along with all the other worlds that could be.”

Her words got me to thinking about my past. What there was to remember.
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I'd had a name, a long time ago. But no one but me remembered it.