Prologue:

Some people pray to God. They believe that when you die, your soul passes through to the Afterlife, to an open paradise called Heaven. But that's only for those who are good, who are Light and fight for justice.

Those who are dark go straight to the fiery pits of Hell, to burn in their own misery for all of time.

It was a decision I had to make, but one I didn't want to. Everyone always looked up to me as the leader, someone they could trust.

I betrayed that trust.

But he played them like pawns on the chess board; disposable, not particularly important, but there where he can use them. And I let him.

God I was stupid.

Obviously, I regret it now, but what use is crying over spilt milk?

If I could take back what I did, what I said, I would. My heart clenches whenever I think of everybody who was sacrificed to the Cause, all the people I knew. Even people who had just been passing acquaintances are now so important; unforgettable.

I can't give up though. To give up is to give in, and I'm sure as Hell not letting him win so easily- I'm not going down without a fight. I've been hurt, but I look at everyone who's been through worse than I have and I realise that… It doesn't matter. Now I have to focus- I can't afford to be distracted.

I have to concentrate.

Fate always did have a cruel way of working against you.