The campfire crackled and cascaded its orange light upon the soldier's young face. A stale wind blew through the thick forest, and eerie silence cursed the woods, there was no life but the two by the fire. Apollo glanced at his weapon, the sword was broken, and there was no way he could fix it by morning. The brown haired man looked to his partner, a young man with blonde hair, sleeping aside the warm fire. His name was Klavier Gavin. The man held a long staff; he wasn't much of a fighter and preferred to let Apollo do the work. The soldier didn't mind, but now that his sword was broken, he wasn't quite sure what they were going to do.
His mind wandered; the night sky of Hell looked very melancholy tonight. But then again, it always did. An alabaster moon stared down onto the weary soldiers as the fog from the mountains in the west began to settle in, like a cat it flicked its tongue around the duo. Clouds tinted the pale surface of the moon a dainty grey, but it was hard to see through the dark, rustling tree line.
Apollo supposed he should sleep, but he didn't for the fear of more terrible nightmares that had plagued him since the recent defeat of Hell's army. It was all his fault. The defeat, was all his fault, how could he be so stupid?
Klavier moaned a bit and shifted in his seemingly peaceful sleep. Apollo still couldn't believe he'd stood up to them like he did. How he defended him.
The memory was still fresh in his mind.
"If he gets banished, I'm banished too."
"You don't have to do this."
A dark frown appeared on her face, "Take them from my sight, they both disgust me."
"No, just take me! Leave him."
"You might want to shut your mouth, Herr Forehead. I'm doing this for you." He whispered, "You won't last a second without me in those woods. You know that."
"You can't do this; you'll never get your memory back this way."
"I don't want it back."
"I just want you to be safe."
That single sentence rung in his head over and over,
"I just want you to be safe."
If they gave up now, then Klavier's words would be in vain.
Just then, a rustle was heard in the distance, the fog obscured Apollo's vision, but it looked to be the figure of a particular person. A person that he'd rather not face. A person that banished him.
