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Warning: Slight/Attempted(?) Angst, and Post-Earl Era

Comment #1: The idea for this story is derived from re-reading My Heart's Wish, and Evil Amongst Us. I was thinking of deleting the latter since the plot seemed weak (to me); but after giving some thoughts, I decided not to (yet). I wanted to continue My Heart's Wish, but I couldn't think of a decent plot for it; yet at the same time, I wanted keep the supernatural theme I have in Evil Amongst Us in this new story. So after giving it some more thoughts, I decided to combine the two, and see where it will go from here.

Comment #2: I haven't written in first-person point of view for quite some time; and I, somehow, found it easier than the third-person point of view. Weird... In any case, from chapter 2 henceforth will mostly be in third-person point of view with occasional first-person point of view here and there.

Slowly, I found myself to hate a lot of things. It was strange, considering I was not the type to hate anything if one asked me a couple of months prior to this. Sure, there were some things that really ticked me off and there were some things I disliked (such as alcohol, and debts left behind by a certain someone); however, I did not hate anything. This time, though, I found quite a few things that I hate, and…

I hate it.

I hate the fact that I found things I hate.

I hate the fact that I was held captive here due to some speculations.

I hate the fact that I was easily captured, and the fact there was nothing I could do to oppose them since I did not want to drag my friends… my comrades into this mess.

I hate the fact that I am falling faster than I realize, and of the fact I cannot stop it.

In fact, I hate myself for slowly losing my sanity, and how I am drowning in this darkness.

Most of all, I hate human beings, and how twisted they have become over time to the point that they do not care if they are hurting another human being.

All in all, I hate myself for losing who I am… who I was.

I wanted to help him… help him rediscover who he is… and help him remember who he is supposed to be.

But how can I do such things in this helpless form?

I want to cry so badly when I notice how different he has become. Every day, it seemed as if a piece of him is lost in the sea of darkness. I knew that he is falling; but there was nothing I could do.

What can I do?

I am supposed to protect him; yet, I couldn't do that simple thing when he needed me the most.

What good am I?

I'm a failure; and I knew it.

I bit the bottom of my lip as I tried to swallow a cry that was threatening to escape from my throat. However, it seemed useless since a small noise blanketed the silent room, and he looked over to me.

'Please don't look at me with those eyes.' That was what I wanted to say; but I couldn't.

I couldn't say anything because I was stuck in this useless form.

This… useless golem form…

"I'm sorry, Tim," he whispered with a sad smile on his face.

It wasn't the smile or his tone that had startled me; it was his eyes. The once expressive eyes now held nothing as if he had given up on everything and accepted the darkness with open arms.

I'm sorry too, Master.

I'm sorry I do not have the powers to save you.

I'm sorry for being useless.

Please forgive me…

I knew from the moment I closed my eyes that it would be the last time… the last time I would be in this blasted world. However, I did not care because I am ready to give up everything to be freed from this captivity. Well… perhaps not everything since I was not alone in this.

I glanced over to my left, and let out what it felt like a frown when I saw my only comrade. It was not fair that he had to face the same treatment as I; after all, it was not his fault but mine alone. At that moment, I wanted him to be freed from this imprisonment more than anything.

'If only I have the powers to do so,' that was the only thought that ran in my mind as I exhaled, knowing it would be the last time I breathed, and finally, I closed my eyes.

I knew it was not a good place to rest, but I did not care. I felt so tired… tired of living, if only to face them again. In that instant, my thoughts lingered on my friends… my comrades… as each of their face flashed before my eyes. I did not want to leave them behind; but at the same time, I do not want to live anymore.

"My Light, you have done well," a calming voice spoke from the darkness.

I squinted through the pitch black setting, trying to distinguish where the voice was coming from, and immediately turned around when I heard footsteps heading towards me. My eyes widened in surprise and in startle when I saw a familiar person with unruly black hair dressed in same attire as I am. I found my eyes staring at his amber eyes full of concern, sorrow, and warmth.

"Neah…" I murmured as my eyes became heavy, and my vision blurred for a moment. I could not help but ask, "Is it alright to give up?"

"Allen, I'm sorry I couldn't help you," Neah spoke as he approached closer to me until he was embracing me. I did not say anything in response, and I did not have to since he continued, "Rest now, my Light. I will take over from here."

I was unclear if it was due to fatigue and exhaustion from the torture I went through or if it was due to Neah's calm voice that reminded me of my much-needed rest, I only remembered closing my eyes before I slowly began to lose consciousness.

"I'm sorry for not protecting you when I should. Forgive me," I vaguely heard Neah's apologetic murmur as he wrapped his arms around me.

"A story unknown to anyone is about to begin," a whisper echoed through the enclosed chamber.

Moonlight befell through the barred windows, revealing a battered figure with his arms chained to the wall behind him. However, despite such injuries on his face, a chilling smirk appeared on his expression as a pair of vengeful amber eyes stared at nothing in particular.

"You will pay for breaking my Light," he spoke in a low tone that promised pain.

In another chamber, a startled gasp echoed within the enclosed wall, and a lone figure in the room widened her eyes, if that was possible, in surprise. "The Heart… has awakened… and he is extremely displeased," she spoke to no one in particular with a frown appearing on her feature.

She, the lone figure in this chamber, is known as Hevlaska.