Prologue
I often find myself sitting in my place by the window, wondering where everything had gone wrong, seeing if there was something- anything -I could have done to save them. I look back at the simple choices I've made and try to find the exact moment where everything blew up in our faces. I fail, of course, just as I always have.
I'm the last of us, of those who took the oath following graduation; "Don't ever stop fighting against the Darkness; Don't lose faith in the Good Fight; Keep your bonds with each other strong and truthful; We are the Ones of the Class of '78." Merlin, were we naive; believing that we could change the world.
I've had the pleasure of laying to Eternal rest each of my friends, something I won't soon forget. To think I was the most thick-headed of the group, the one who needed the most convincing. I could have gone either way -- the Knights of Walpurgis were practically begging me to align with them. I would have, too, had it not been for him. Sweet Dear, I think about you everyday. I know you would wish me to get on with things, but how could I love another man when you spoiled me so?
But with that single drop of blood, I bound myself to continuing the Good Fight, no matter how hopeless it was deemed. Here I am, still fighting. I wanted to give up a thousand times over, but I wanted to please you all, as I'm sure you're watching over me. At least that's what I tell myself every morning when I wake up.
I ramble, as I tend to do. I began reminiscing over those lost years, desperately trying to escape from this unblinking hell I now find myself in. A world where our only hope rests with a little sixteen year-old boy. God save us all.