Prologue:
The end of the battle had finally come. The remains of those lost lay around me. I jammed my sword into the hard, cold ground; washing the blood and hopefully the memories away. The grief came back like a slap to the face. My blue hair was fluttering in and out of view as the wind whipped by. I looked around and for miles in every direction all I could see was the plain streaked red with blood. I knew I wouldn't be able to just sit here and stare at the gruesome, rotting flesh lying around me much longer without having a severe breakdown. So, using my sword I stood up slowly, and carefully. The sword's blue hilt shown brightly still though everything else around me was dark; I couldn't stand to look at it so I left it there. There was no point carrying around something that would only make me sick to look at. It had been almost a year now since Elice and I had gotten brought to this horrible place. As I stood looking around I couldn't believe how many of my friends now lay slaughtered around me. Something glittered on the ground; it seemed to be a silver band probably a man's wedding ring. I picked it up and saw that there was an engraving, it said 'To Link with Love Samus.' I pocketed the ring. Hoping I would not see his body laying anywhere here. I began limping away from this desolate and depressing area, the source of my grief, hoping to force it away. My right leg should have been in terrible pain from the severe wound. Just looking at it brought me back:
I was surrounded by two of the grossest things imaginable; they just kept circling me like hawks hoping to get a bite. Suddenly I saw a flash of bright red hair and one of them fell to the ground. This would've been a good thing; however it left an opening for a shadow cat. The cat bounded in slashing my leg with its unforgiving claws. My leg was burning; the claws had ripped through several layers of skin. Just looking at it caused me to throw up. The loss of blood soon caused me to pass out…
The injury was restraining me from running which angered me. If there was anything I wanted to do right now it would be run, to run back home, run back to before this stupid battle. Run back, run back, run back….and erase the memories. I began taking a mental inventory so that my thoughts couldn't wander. My cape was long gone, my clothes had tears all over, and my body was cut, burned, and bruised. I soon found out that my wrist had broken or at least fractured because I could no longer move it without feeling grave pain. When my mental inventory was over my thoughts were forced down a different route, and as I walked all I could think was why. Why had it come to this? Why had Meneleus brought us here? Why had he abandoned us? Why had he let us fight? Why couldn't he have saved anyone? Meneleus had shown up of course, but not for the reason I had originally thought. No, all he cared about was fighting his brother, Clamedeus. I was beginning to wonder if he could even be concerned with our well being. Meneleus always claimed that he wanted things to be better for us that Clamedeus couldn't possibly provide us with everything that we needed. Yet, now after everything that had happened neither of them had shown up to help the wounded; it seems they aren't so different after all. The longer I walked the less I could keep my thoughts separate from the overwhelming memories. Vivid images came to mind whenever I saw a specific sword, spear, or post. I couldn't stop the images. I couldn't stop the pain. I couldn't stop the wrecking ball that was crushing me. I couldn't stop anything. My life was a big mess and I didn't know what to do anymore. I don't know if I have a purpose anymore. Forever my drive had been my fighting, but now I was disgusted at the sight of a sword or any weapon for that matter. I don't know if I have any control over myself anymore, and I don't know what to do…..