Republic of Looke. 1, #1

Republic of Looke "The Republic of Looke would have burned long ago without General Khan. I despise him deeply, but he is right!"-President Kurot Shaldova "If history refuses to write his name, then the sky itself will write his name among the stars of Looke-with letters of fire that never fade: GENERAL KHAN. And I will honor him until death." -Rebel Victor e-Lenk I'm just an ordinary man who blacked out for twenty years while writing this script.
But I woke up again.because the cursed words inside this manuscript refused to die.  "I will win, " I said coldly."Win? What will you win, Zaid? If you die, what will be left?"I clenched my fist, my jaw tightening."If I stop now, I am no longer General Khan. I am not the man you love, Zoyya. I am the fire that has burned for too long. And I will not go out until everything is reduced to ashes."Zoyya sobbed, her voice trembling.
"Then what should I do? Should I wait for you until I die? Should I stand over your grave, wondering whether your revenge has been paid in full?"I closed my eyes for a moment, then looked at her sharply. "If that's what happens, then remember one thing, Zoyya. I will not die as a victim. I will die as a legend. in your heart."Zoyya's tears flowed even harder; she embraced me again, as if this were our last embrace.
"Then. never die. Don't. If you die, I will die."My jaw tightened. I wiped her tears with my thumb. Held her longer. "If you die, I will die."She laughed-a laugh filled with sorrow. Then she raised her hand to her forehead. Cole and I stepped toward the Dodge, but suddenly, something pulled me from behind. Not physical-not Zoyya's hand-but something heavier than her body: the feeling of loss beginning to fuse with my bones.
The first step felt like punishment. The second step like a sentence. The third, I was already standing before the Dodge's door. I felt the cold grip of metal beneath my fingers. In the window glass, my reflection looked strange-like someone who had long been dead but was still being forced to walk. Then I felt her shadow; she was chasing me, running, wrapping her arms around my waist from behind, her head pressed against my back.
I felt the scent of her breath, inhaled it deeply. Medicine. Herbs. Cancer.