There are always sides that claim victory after the war ends. War brings no luck, but destroys each side, allowing the survivor to be called a winner.
The surroundings are not familiar to me. A chandelier above me that looks older. Some are broken and afraid it fell on my face if it kept swaying. Wind continues to blow, creating a creepy sound inside the room where I am situated. Based on the surrounding wall, I conclude this is an old palace.
I roam my gaze, knowing where I am, still did not show in my mind. I remembered everything that happened to me, and I thought that Alpha Winston had died in front of me. It drove me weak, and I sat back in the dirty bed I lay and did not mind how dirty my clothes were.
"Alpha Winston. I hope I can still see you again," I said. I hoped I could meet Winston again in his mansion. "You are an Alpha. They will find a way for you to recover." I added.
