Just a silly oneshot wrote two years ago under a great deal of boredom. Found it recently on my old computer and decided to upload it.

It's DarkLink POV (or Point of View, for thouse who don't know). Like the summary says, he's thinking about the reason of his existance, why he was placed there and for what purpose.

Please, don't kill me at the end. Read and review, please!

ENJOY!!!

In The End

I was placed here, long before I could remember. I knew I had a purpose, but I wasn't sure of what that might be. Day after day (although, it's silly of me to say so, since I don't see the passing of time and therefore, live in ignorance), I watch my reflection in the icy cold water, walk from one end to the other, passing the small island over and over again, always hoping for there to be someone else besides me, but nothing but an old dead tree welcomes (or not) my hollow self. Trapped. What is freedom…? I do not know… or better, I did not know, until I met you.

You entered my domain, unaware of what might be. You walked from one side to the other, passing the small island, ignoring the dead tree where I was hiding behind, contemplating every feature, every action, the water splashing as your gentle steps went through the cold water, a lot more running down your body and your golden hair. You reminded me of myself, how I always searched for an exit in this cursed illusion, always turning around only to realize that there is none and that one is trapped.

You pulled your sword out as if ready to fight the most foul of creatures, your expression, not hard, not angered, but tired and exhausted had told me more about you than any of your thousand words. That was my purpose: this person standing in front of me, ready to fight. I did not know what the one who placed me here wanted for sure, but I knew, somehow, that it had to do with this creature that looks like me, but not.

I pulled my sword. I had it ever since I remembered. I can't quite tell what happened next. All I remember was fighting, my reason unknown, your reason, to keep going your way, which was blocked.

I suddenly came to me, a drop running down my face. I thought it was the water that splashed when you fell, but it was something else. A tear… I was crying. How did I know how to cry or what it meant? I don't know. All I know was (and still is) that, after seeing you, I knew all: what love was, what friendship meant, how pain felt, how to cry… and how to hate. I even knew what freedom was, how it felt, what it meant… only to know that I would never have it. Only to realize that I achieved that knowledge at a high price.

After my cold blade pierced through your warm body and your god-formed temple fell in front of me, covered in the essence of life, and the sparkling glow in your spirit's windows, that caught my attention from the very start, was fading, turning into a dead star, and the Dark Hand ripped the last breath of life from your throat, I knew what I have done. And after looking at your immortal self, tears running down my cheeks, I kneeled down, laid my head on your chest, wishing, hoping for a small motion. Nothing. I closed my eyes, begging for forgiveness (something you had taught me as well) and desperately wishing for us to switch places. For I knew, deep down in my (what one would call) "heart", that it was I, guided by an unknown force that has always been there, but never seen, that took your light away. But what pained me most was to know that you, who taught me so much in just a little glimpse (most of all love and pain), were never to smile again. And, in the end, I had lost, for you, my golden haired angel, were all that I ever had and now lost forever in the realm of darkness… and death.