Darkness. That is all I remember. It is cold and lonely and dark. The only colour I see is black. Nothing else. I can feel cool metal benethe me and on my hands. When I move I can hear chains and I know they are connecting my wrists to the wall. My feet are chained to the floor by the same metal rope. The only thing I feel warmth from is the thin layer of clothes. Of course I can't see what colour they are, only feel that some of my chest is exposed. The sleeves are missing along with my sandles. There is hair infront of my face and along my neck. I am hungry and tired though I can't sleep. I'm bored out of my right mind, trying to hang onto what little humanity I have left. I need my friend back, my partner, my sword... But only when I'm needed do I get to see him. With my sword I can save her, without them I am nothing. I will do anything to make sure my friends are safe even if it means bowing down and becoming a mear servent to him. How long he's kept me here I don't know. How long we've been trapped within the white walls I can't be sure. How many I've had to kill in the cold blood to keep her safe because of him. Killing... I've gotten used to it unfortunatly. Death though is another matter. Knowing she could die is the only thing keeping me sane right now. He doesn't care. He just needs a good soldier that can kill for him on comand. Apparently I was the best choice. Lucky me. But I'm fighting a lost battle. Turning into exactly what he wants and the only way I can fight back is because of her. If I can't remember her then he get's what he want's.