If happiness was something you could see, something you could touch, something that really existed, I think it would be a place. Not a loud, bustling place full of shouting crowds and the clang of swords, but a quiet place. A peaceful place.

Somewhere you could call home.

Because when happiness carries you away, you stop seeing what's around you. It suddenly doesn't matter that the world has almost been torn apart, that grief, pain, poverty and death are destroying mankind all over again. It doesn't even matter that everyone is looking to you to put things to rights. When happiness lifts you up, all you see is its gentle golden sunlight, the bright, joyous faces of its endless fields of flowers, and the eternal smiles on the lips of those you love. You don't feel your feet leave the ground, but the sensation of happiness makes the world around you disappear. All else just ceases to exist.

I'm not sure where happiness can be found. I've travelled all over the three continents and beyond and I've never yet found a trace of that golden realm. Maybe, somewhere out there, there's a map that can lead you down the right road to find it. Whoever found that map would be a lucky man, because it certainly isn't an easy path to find. It wasn't that long ago that I thought I'd never find it. I was so resigned to my miserable fate as a loner that the thought that the way to happiness might lie with somebody else just never occurred to me. Loneliness must be a place too – it takes away everything, till all you're left with is misery and pain.

I found it, though. I made that long journey, risked my life a thousand times over, sliced and blasted a million enemies out of my way, and finally managed to protect my happiness and hold her in my arms. I don't know if the future will always be so bright, or if the real world will always be such a distant memory compared to this one, but I do know that I finally found happiness in her smile. Everything else seems to fade away before us, and I still don't know if it's only me who can see the light from that falling star – our falling star – reflecting in her shining eyes.

Perhaps, for me, it's just one final sign; in her eyes is my happiness.