Screams. Explosions. Fear. They're here. Looking around, I see a boy to my side. Young. Naive. Hopeful. Not strong enough to fight, to win.. not strong enough to live. But there's time. Still, there's time. "Wait here." I tell him, glancing toward the battle. His eyes alarmed, worried. "But.." He didn't finish his sentence.
Blood. Destruction. Chaos. Looking around, I see them. Powerful. Confident. Cruel. In the jumble of emotions, of memories, all is lost. But as long as there's hope.. as long as it's there, I won't stop. I won't give up. As long as there's hope, I've something to fight for, something to defend. Just as long as there's hope.
