My Enemy Is My Savior

Prologue

It began when a decision was made.

It was made when the lands were festering from the scars of a previous war, when the people were tormented with humiliation, when a country became a wasteland.

As the daylight breaks through the night, then falters again, time brought my dilemmas down into a much more cavernous, obscured pit. It was like the ones that we would dig into the ground.

Except this pit was bottomless, and what was laying at the very end? It was unknown.

A colossal game of a Russian roulette spanned over this war of mine, and there seemed to be no way to escape the bullet.

Until it struck something, or someone. However, I believed that it couldn't always kill, because it could also capture. That was something we all feared in war, because captivity would always lead to uncertain fates, that it would gnaw at your body and mind until the end or over suffering.