By Morgri:

A single arrow had pierced my now transformed body. I felt myself collapse because of the intense pain, and because of this I held with my hands. That didn't matter. It was her that mattered. I had battled sixteen giant monsters to get her back. I had felt pain not even than those dying could bear. Every giant I slew was for her cause. I thought of nothing but her. While being chased by a snake, I thought of her; while being drowned, I thought of her; while nearly being crushed; I thought of her; it was all for her.

Now…

I stood stretching forth my hand. It was her I wanted to see. Was she alive? Did I accomplish my goal? Did my horse die in vain? Was I selfish and stupid? I walked slowly, ignoring the pain in my leg, praying to touch her just one last time. My hand opened and closed while I trudged. One step closer, how many more? Why was this imbecile of a shaman screaming towards me? They sacrificed her! For nothing!

The sole solder approached me with orders? I had fallen backwards again, and being held over me was a sword, gripped powerfully and ready to do me justice. For a moment, It seemed there was hesitation, and my hope of him dropping the blade soon vanished as I felt pain plunge through my chest. My own blood sprayed out just like the giants. Black and red mist sprayed about and onto the soldier, but I took a step forward. I had to make it.

She was there… waiting for me. Pulling the sword from my own weak body, I began to wonder. My body collapsed. Had I lost that much blood in that little time? How could it be? I had just killed sixteen huge colossi! One of them was easily ten times stronger than these men put together, yet there I lay, gasping with anger. I new what was happening. I was angered, but I didn't speak. Rather, someone… who I didn't know spoke.

Then I realized. I was tricked. Or was I? I was perfectly willing to give myself up, whatever the costs to see this girl again. My anger became greater, and I felt myself transform. However, I didn't control myself; instead, something else did. Everything hurt. It felt as if I was stretched to become one of them. The pain was unbearable. And as they ran, my body blew fire and crushed the earth to stop them. They had betrayed me… or the contrary?

I saw the shaman pick up the sword and run up the stairs. He mumbled while throwing the sword into the small pond, and there I found myself dissipating. It hurt, but all the pain was worth the girl in front of me.

My body ran towards her, but never made it. Did the room expand in front of my very eyes? Was my horse, Argo, my faithful companion – his death, was it worth this mess? She had not woken up… was it all for no gain? I had to see. I ran with my hand stretched out ready to take hold of her; to see the beautiful smile on her face just once more. I couldn't though. I was just hanging on desperate to see her! Was this my fate? Was this worth everything I had tried to accomplish? Did I do the right thing by doing this? Was I tricked? Was she worth the live of my horse and me?

Nothing made sense, but everything went dark anyway.