Moonbeam.

Blade spirit.

Moon beam.

Side Step.

MOONBEAM.

It was a rigorous cycle. Every grueling day was hell for Shade.

The Foxes. The only ones willing to take him in, and treat him as one of his own.

The ones that made his heart feel warm. That made him feel a part of something good.

The ones that made him feel ALIVE.

It wasn't too long ago that Shade had finally reached level 120. He hurriedly ran over to the Interdimensional Portal, and travelled to Vulpes.

He felt great. He felt ALIVE.

Until, he found out that not even Moonbeam remembered him. No one did. No one ever WILL.

Her. She was all Shade had.

Freud was DEAD.

The heroes FORGOT him.

He had no one anymore.

The promise. The promise to finally come home.

Home. Home made him feel ALIVE.

Her smile. The way she made him feel warm inside. The way she knew how to cheer him up.

The way she made him feel ALIVE.

Shade gingerly picks up a photo of Moonbeam and Shade together, eating some meat.

Tears fall, and the depression sets.

He looks at the photo again.

He smiles. He holds the picture close, feeling the warmth and grace that Moonbeam always made him feel.

As he embraces the photo, he stares into the night sky.

The embrace. The warmth. The feeling…

The feeling of him…being ALIVE.

The photo.

It what makes the vast loneliness bearable.

To make him feel ALIVE.