{Sobibor camp 1942}
"Dad, why do we have to get rid of the Jews again?" I asked my father, who was currently serving in the concentration camp known as 'Sobibor.' The TV ads and the propaganda machine said that the Jews in these places lived fine, fulfilling lives while working for the benefit of our society, but from what I had seen, the opposite was the case.
"Because Jews are the enemy of the people. Give those Jews freedom, and they will take over your nation." My father responds while he pads my head, which brings comfort to my heart, finally letting me turn a blind eye to the unjust way of life the people living in the camps were having.
Yet something felt odd as I began to look around the place; things weren't quite matching right; a couple of people walking by didn't have faces, nor did the Jews walking inside the camp; only a few people had them. I slowly walked back to look at things a little better until I felt a slight tug on my shoulder.
My father's hand pulled me back to him, which took me by surprise until I realized that my father had suddenly also lost his face. Seeing how everyone had lost their face made me panic, causing me to try and look around for a mirror to see if I still had a face, but once I found a nearby car, all I could see was an empty body without a face or a head.
The scenery quickly swapped to another place and another year to somewhere a little earlier when we were having a dinner party with some top officials of the Nazy army. I was dressed in a tiny suit with some very elegant shoes and my classic good boy hairstyle to the side of my head.
I could remember this dinner like it had been just yesterday, with it being the moment I fell deeply in love with a beautiful young lady named 'Sara,' a Jewish girl who worked as a dishwasher and overall maid around the house. Sara was gorgeous, with her green eyes and pearly white skin, as well as her amazing dark hair.
I never really understood the reasoning behind her not being allowed to play with me or vice versa. I wasn't allowed to spend much time with her either. I was constantly told that she was supposed to be my enemy, someone I should always look down on, but I couldn't do it.
I had read the bible a couple of times already, and I just couldn't understand why I had to be cruel and unreasonable to Sara or the rest of the Jews, for that matter. All I saw was that people who disobeyed the system of discrimination always ended up with bruises or outright death, which was enough for me to keep my opinion to myself.
"Hey there, Chris." An all too familiar voice calls my name from behind me, causing me to tear up a little bit as I still didn't know if what I was seeing was real or not based on the last memory vanishing, but once I turn around, everything looks normal and real, right before me there she was.
"Sara," A very dull and quiet name leaves my body while I extend my hand toward the beauty I had fallen in love with for quite some months already. I was expecting my hand not to be able to touch her face, but it did, which seemed to startle Sara as she blushed a little bit once I did that.
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"Chris, are you okay?" Sara asks me in her very gentle voice tone, and with her striking green eyes that pierced right through my heart, I would indeed be willing to kill someone for her without being overly romantic.
"Sara! I've missed you!" I cried out loud as I grabbed her to pull her near me for a warm hug, which only caused her to blush even more, but I didn't care; for all I knew, this could be the last time I saw her.
"My lord, Chris, we shouldn't; people might see us." Sara reminded me of the situation with my race and my culture somehow hating their kind, which, for whatever reason, I was supposed to hate. Yet I couldn't get myself to do that as Sara was one of them, and I didn't feel anything but affection toward them.
"I know. Let's go to my room; I'll show you the train track my father got me for Christmas." I soon pulled a timid Sara along with me while being extremely careful not to be seen by anyone since I didn't want Sara to get in any trouble due to my irresponsibility.
Moments later, we finally got to my room, where I had my toys and the train track running all over my room since it was a high-quality one made funnily enough by a foreign company. "Did you build all of this?" Saras asks me while holding my hand.
"Yeah, I did with some slight help from my father," I lied to her a little there since it had been mostly my dad who had assembled most of it. I just took care of the trains and other small things, so I technically helped.
"Do you ever think we will be able to be together?" Sara's memory suddenly asks me a profound question. I never remember her asking, but it all makes sense as she slowly vanishes.
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Sara's memory soon begins to vanish right under me as her flesh turns to mush all of a sudden, leaving me with no other option but to cry out loud at whatever was causing me such trauma; I wanted to go back to Sara! I had to save her at all costs. I couldn't forget that part of my memory! NOOO!
The scenery changes once again. This time, it was right to the time I had to kill Sara with my own hands after being discovered kissing her. We were outside on a rainy day, surrounded by a couple of soldiers, including my dad, who all gave me a gun and an order to follow.
"She has poisoned your mind and brainwashed you! Therefore, it must be you who kills her!" My father pressed the gun to my chest once again, finally forcing me to grab the gun from his hands to point it at a crying Sara, who was already on her knees waiting to die by my hand, but why?
"I can't do this," I respond to my father, who slaps me right after, followed by several kicks from the surrounding officers who began to tease my father because of my weakness. "Looks like your boy is a Jew-loving traitor, Lieutenant Claus." "Must break your heart to have given birth to an inferior child."
Everyone begins to mock me, my father, who finally is enough for him to grab me and my arms to forcefully move my arms and point the weapon toward Sara, who simply looks me dead in the eye. Seeing that I didn't want to do it, she merely smiled at me and closed her eyes.
"AHHHHHHH!! WHY!?" The sound of the gun shooting and the dead body of my girlfriend falling against the ground finally breaks away whatever illusion trick was going on, revealing a white room where Sara's dead corpse still lies right before me, slowly turning into ashes.
"You must be Yoimiya or, well, Christopher, whatever suits you better." A very raspy and old voice talks to me from behind a chair that suddenly appears just a couple of meters away from me to my right hand.
"And you are?" I ask back to the voice, who quickly responds.
"I'm the original creator of the Queen's crown, the original Witch Queen who you will become next."
{Fade to black until the next chapter}