I am still trapped I this desert, empty and alone. I have given up hope long ago. I sit deep in thought on the painfully white sand staring at the clouds floating by. The different shapes danced against the bright blue canvas. What will I do today? Will I train as I do every day? Or will today be different? I lay back on the sand, warmed by the glaring sun. It never seems to stop it's burning, passing over from day to day. In the early morning I sit and wait, wondering if by chance it will not rise, but sure enough I see the bright orange and yellows from the sun rising. How long have I been here again? I have been sitting here for almost 150 years. It had occurred to me long ago that he doesn't care. He doesn't care about contacting me. I used to tell myself to never give up hope on him, but my hopes of leaving this place were shattered. If he did care, I would have heard him a long time ago. I've waited patiently for his voice, to hear the sweet sound of freedom, but it has never come.
But, today is different. Today I do hear a voice. It is not his voice though, it is unfamiliar, yet it is soothing and graceful, and I trust it. It is a voice of a man, he speaks to me- "Follow your instincts" it echoes "and you will be free, our time has come"
What does he mean by 'our time'? I did not want to hesitate and had no time to question it. I follow in the direction of the voice; I must get out of this desert. I stumble closer; the world begins to swirl around me and begins to change. I am no longer in the desert; my surroundings are completely new to me. It is dark, we stand on a building. I don't understand how I know, but I recognise the place as the Seireitei. It is a large city in the central of the soul society, or otherwise known as the spirit world. After death souls gather in the soul society until they reincarnate back into the human world. The seireitei is the main residence of most soul reapers.
Another thing I recognise is the two men fighting. One of which is a soul reaper, the other is a man, possibly a zanpakuto.
"There you are, you are awake" He says to me. His voice was the same as that of the voice who freed me. I owed him my freedom..
The other man, the soul reaper, he seems oblivious to my standing here. Could that be him? I haven't seen his face in so long, he was probably much younger the first time I saw him. I have waited for this day for so many years. Back then, I dreamt about what I would feel. I could only imagine what I would feel or say when I met him. I had always thought I would be happy or excited to see my master. But, I never imagined I would feel like this.
I feel anger towards these soul reapers. Especially the very one who left me to walk the desert alone. Hate consumes me as I feel urged to attack the soul reaper. I don't know why I feel this way, the hatred of my own master. I should not be angry. Even after he left me in the desert all these years, I have never blamed him for that, until now. I should not be angry at all.
It became apparent to me that someone is controlling me. They are influencing my emotions to feel this anger. It could be the man fighting the soul reaper who is controlling me. He is turning me against my own master as a battle tactic.
Why did it have to him that I hate? Why did I have to hate him of all people? I stand frozen as my mind and my sanity are engulfed in an ocean of red. At this rate, I will no longer have my memories left and will attack him. If I do not wish to harm him I must leave immediately.
I turn the other way and begin running, but before I start moving sharp pains run up my body. I slowly look down to the streaming dark red blood flowing from my body. The sword is pulled from my body when my vision begins to blur. I can make out the sword which struck me, its bright pink hilt and shiny blade covered with blood. I can also make out the smiling face of a young girl as blood splatters over her clothes.
Then there was complete blackness.
