And here it is, the first chapter of the first book to continue the adventures of Kevin Michelson and the Star Fox team. I truly hope you all enjoy it. I am glad to be back and writing once more!

Memories

They keep coming for me- every night it happens! My eyes close and all I see is death and despair, nothing else; no peace, no tranquility, no sanctuary, nothing! I'm haunted by my past and it has been such a way for so long- 4 years, 4 years after the last war I was in. I don't know when it could stop or even if it will, all I know is that I suffer from it night to night.

These nightmares, or I should say night terrors as they wake me up regardless of its severity, are all of my past, when I was a ruthless fighter bent on keeping order and keeping those I love safe. Anyone who had the ability to be a protector would take such a responsibility, especially when those you love are in jeopardy. Seven years ago I was like this and even though I was young at 16 years old I thought that I could handle all that would happen afterwards- the consequences of being who I was; a protector.

I wasn't an ordinary protector, in fact I wasn't a normal one either. No one of my kind had heard of a simple mercenary group taking action and single handedly winning wars and out thinking an entire army. I wasn't normal, and to the team, I physically wasn't normal- a different race, species, existence, and even a different mind set.

Throughout the years of fighting I had with the team, I slowly lost the innocence of my childhood. The day I was asked to become the protector, I knew that I would have to do things I wouldn't be comfortable with, and it took a few months later for me to do. The first time I took the life of someone I lost all of my innocence. The one thing I was raised to fear and hate I had done, the one thing that I vowed never to do I had done, the one thing that I was told was evil… I had done.

When I started on the team, I never thought of what could become of me. After the first kill I had done, I was already on a streak. It was the first mission I had been apart of and I had done exceptionally well, for a pilot. As a killer? No choice was given to me. I was thrown out against those who wanted me dead, and so the mind of my childhood and hormone controlled emotions acted in self defense. Later as I understood the situation and the true nature of what was happening did I lose my innocence, when I truly decided that killing and fighting was the only way of doing what I was put up to do- as a protector.

But at such a young age, my mind was prone to immediate and vigorous changes. Especially when I suffered a major loss. When hundreds of my own kind died right in front of me, fighting for our cause and fighting to stay alive. Such an event tore through me and through my soul, so much that I was almost lost- lost in a world of death. I didn't lose all of my sanity, I only went through a shift of my morals. After that dreadful day, I decided to kill anything that opposes me or shows a great threat to those I swear to protect. I may sound like a ruthless killer, but I'm not.

So much longer afterwards did I truly change. By the time I was 18, I had lost any child within me and was a sensible man that knew right from wrong, good from bad, and evil from heroism. My comrades even thought so of me as well. My close friend, my leader, was proud of who I had become; I was no longer that 16 year old he found on Earth, I was now a true Hero. The one that helped me through my changing, the one that could literally tap into my mind and read my thoughts, became my closest friend and ally. My leader was close to me, and so was our technician and ace pilot- we were all like a big family of pilots fighting to be the protectors of what we love.

It may all sound like a luxurious lifestyle, but I found it to be hell. Hell is what my life is and has been- the wars I have fought and the mental torture I went through during those. Nothing was worse than when I was physically tortured, forced to fight against those I love, my own team and my own kind. Nothing compares to that absolute hell hole I endured, and nothing compares to the villain responsible for it, a villain so powerful and with abilities unimaginable. His name will always be engraved on my mind, always reminding me of that war that wasn't even supposed to be possible. Going through all of it was hell and it changed me so very much. I became something more than a man, I became one that could withstand anything, I became one that saw it all and everything worse than anything else.

They keep me up every night. Every damn night I'm haunted by those I have failed and by those who sacrificed themselves to keep me alive. But in the end of it all, I'll look back and say "Yeah, countless died, but it was all for a good cause. And those who sacrificed themselves are in a better place now.".

To Be Continued?

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