I remember it like it was maybe yesterday. Most call it a festival but Im not sure that’s how it went.

I remember that my two friends—they were siblings!—were banished from our homeland from a tyrant of a sorts. The tyrant was ruthless and cared about nothing but punishing to the very extent of the law.

He had announced a festival—I think—to celebrate the homeland. Little did we know it was an elaborate trick.

The reason I brought up my friends was because we were conspiring—a revolution if my memory is correct. I was a spy on the inside, working by his side, marking his every move and rallying it back.

I decorated the festival, setting up hiding places for them to watch. With each careful move they got into place, while I was up on the stage.

I was midway through my speech when the tyrant began to laugh. A maniacal laugh only a psycho could muster—THAT I remember clearly. He chained me where I stood before I even knew what was happening.

I looked to my best friend, hiding atop the nearest building. The fear in their eyes matched that in my heart.

As I struggled against the bonds a familiar face appeared on stage—I’m not sure who it was but I know I knew them! I thought I could trust him till the very last minute but I guess I was wrong. As I pleaded with my life he aimed the crossbow.

!BANG!

I remember it like it was possibly yesterday. Maybe it was. I’m not sure. Time is funny here. Hehe. Maybe one day I’ll remember more but for now I think I’m ok.