We are who our memories make us. But that didn't change the fact that, despite that the memory's making me were false, I was still a murderer, even if I didn't remember. If anything it had made it much, much worse when it dawned on me. Being a murderer is bad enough, but I couldn't even have the decency to remember it. Whoever gave me these false memories of laughing, training and drinking with the previous Sun Knight must have been depraved, to make me remember being family with one whom I had killed.

Voices spoke in hushed, far away tones that I couldn't comprehend as I sat, back against a cold stone wall. I don't know how long I had been sitting here, or how long I would sit here. I did not know when I had last eaten, or drunk. I did not not when I had last spoke, but most of all I did not know who I was.

I was Grisia, for the most part. Not Grisia the Sun Knight, nor Grisia the Necromancer, for my memories of being a Sun Knight were not real, And I had no memories of being a Necromancer. So who was I?

"Give me the dagger," I croaked quietly, holding my hand out.

"Grisia I don't think that a good-"

"Give me the dagger," I repeated mindlessly. There was a moments pause and somebody obliged, pressing the metal against my palm gently.

"You shouldn't overexert yourself," The voice said quietly, but I ignored it. I focused my mind on the menial task infront of me, pouring in magic steadily. The magic soon stopped flowing, with none left in my body to give. Still I tried, sweat rolling down the side of my face. A hand was on my shoulder, shaking me, but I ignored it. A muffled voice was calling, but I ignored it. I ignored it all until somebody pried the dagger from my stiff hands, at which point I leaned back into the wall again, crossing my arms and looking with opened eyes at nothing.

"Who's here?" I asked vacantly.

"Just me," The reply sounded softly, close.

"Who are you, me?"

There was a pause, "Roland."

"Oh. And who am I?" I closed my eyes.

"You're Grisia, don't tell me you've forgotten?!" He sounded panicked.

I nodded numbly, "What kind of Grisia am I though? Am I Grisia the Sun Knight, with my brothers? Or am I Grisia the Necromancer, who killed?"

The hand grabbing my shoulder again, and he said in a firm voice, "You are Grisia, my childhood friend. You loved blueberry sweets and were a good, kind child."

"I'm tired," I whispered, "Hey Roland, do you think I could protect you all? Just once?"

"What are you talking about?"

"She's coming, isn't she? That's why you need the dagger. So can I be good? Can I help?"

He patted me on the head softly, "Go to sleep."

"I don't want to. I want to help."

"But you're-"

"A bad person. The church doesn't need me. Nobody does. So I want to help," I said firmly. I could hold onto this. Even if I didn't know who I was, the only thing keeping me same was the memories of them...

The Twelve Holy Knights will never abandon the Twelve Holy Knights

"We'll talk about this later," He said, "For now-"

"Knight-Captain Sun!" A voice yelled from down the hall, "The Liche has appeared!"

"Take me with you," I said calmly.

"No," He replied, striding across the room and shutting the cell door behind himself, "You are to stay here."

I tilted my head to the side, not replying. After they were well gone I stood again, walking over to the door and placing my hand on it. You focus too much on swordplay, Roland. You forget about magic. The lock melted away. I had regained enough magic to see and perform small parlour tricks like these, but I wasn't sure how I would fair against Scarlet. It didn't matter.

I walked through the maze of halls calmly, sensing my directions and ignoring the people who shouted and drew their swords at the sight of me. None of it touched me as I strode out of the Judgement Complex and into the cold, frigid air. Troops were mobilising, running to and for with swords, drawn and armour donned.

I propelled myself onto the roof where I concentrated my sensing ability, trying to find them. It wasn't hard, as they were lit up brightly against a sea of black. I ran in their direction, cursing my physical inapty. Roland must have made it there in a minute flat, and here I was panting halfway. I ignored my sore legs and continued on, feet touching the icy roofs briefly before I threw myself forward in a blast of wind energy. This depleted my already low magic, but it was necessary. Infront of the church the battle had already begun, holy light and darkness clashing brightly. When I reached them they were already battered, some relying on their swords to keep them upright. At the front lines Lesus and Roland still stood tall, wielding their swords like gods.

Still, this power wasn't enough to even scratch the Liche, who sent floods of undead towards the knights effortlessly. In this confusion the Knights were steadily being driven back, several already collapsed and dead. I pushed forward, the sea parting in shock at the sight of me, who was completely ignored by the undead and who was undoubtedly a Necromancer. I struggled until I reached the front and stood with Lesus and Roland, who regarded me with shock.

"What, finally decided to give up your act, Necromancer?" Lesus snarled.

I shook my head and looked at him in an annoyed manner, "When this is all over you need to learn to loosen up a little," I said before striking a nearby undead. I fumbled my footing and pitched forward, grabbing Lesus for support. He shrugged me off quickly and I stood back, "Sorry, I slipped."

"Grisia?!" Scarlet called out, looking relieved, "You're alright! I'm so happy! Come here quickly."

"Grisi-" Roland started, but I cut him off by patting his shoulder.

"Hey Roland? Thanks for being my friend. I hope you and the others are happy, in the end," I said happily, a smile on my face.

"What are you- oof!" I punched him in the stomach, reinforcing my blow with magic.

"Sorry," I said merrily as I threw him to Lesus, "I don't really want you interfering now!"

I walked through the crowd of undead to Scarlet, ignoring Lesus' shouting at me. Scarlet grabbed me, pulling me into a relieved hug, "Youre back! I was so worried when they kidnapped you!"

"Sorry to make you worry."

"Don't be. How about we finish this, once and forever? I promised you that we would kill them, and here we are! Finally, after so long waiting."

I smiled fondly, tousling her hair, "Sounds good. But first, thank you. Really. I was glad that you adopted me, and cared for me, and loved me. Even now, thank you. So that's why," I continued, smile strained as I pulled back to look her in the eyes, "Lets perish together, okay?"

She frowned in amused confusion, "What do you mean?"

I pulled her back into the embrace, pulling the dagger out of my left sleeve swiftly and angling it through her back, into her heart. I had sensed the dagger on Lesus, so I had pretended to stumble and secretly took it from him. As good at fighting as he was, I knew I was the only one who had a chance of killing her. She didn't make any noise, simply saying in her small, childish voice, "So that's your decision, in the end?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Well then, at the very least, thank you. For being with me. For going along with my plot for revenge."

She disintegrated, leaving me standing alone with the blood-soaked dagger. The undead disappeared too, crumbling to the ground helplessly. Throughout the confusion I felt the eyes of the knights on me, heard Roland shout out my name. I refused to look at them, instead widening my sensing to its farthest and taking one last look at Leaf Bud City. It was beautiful.

I plunged the dagger into my own heart. Even if it could only contain one soul, I was no Liche. With this, I would die.

Is death white? I thought numbly, I thought it would be black...

"Death," a voice called out from behind me, "Should not be the concern of the living."

I turned around (Huh? I still have a body too...) and turned to face the speaker. It was a slender woman of about twenty, with waist-length hair hanging in brilliant red curls, large eyes, a porcelain face and full , red lips. She wore a long, elegant red dress and was sitting on a boulder, legs crossed and staring at me fondly. Around us was white; white snow, white trees and white sky.

"Who are you?" I asked cautiously, trying to ascertain if she was god. Is the God of Light female?

"Hey I know you don't recognise me but don't go throwing me in with that lot," She said with a pout, "Though I suppose it's to be expected. This was my first form," She looked down at herself, smoothing out the dress with white, delicate hands, "So it's no wonder you don't recognise me. I hardly recognise myself..."

"You can't be... Scarlet?" I asked, astounded.

"Yep," She swung her legs merrily, sighing, "I don't really know how I became that way in the end. I had everything anybody could ever desire, you know the deal; money, beauty, power. But I never stopped wanting, I lived my whole life wanting. I died, at some stage, still wanting. I didn't stay dead, obviously."

"Aren't you angry?" I asked quietly, "We're both dead now."

"No," She said in an irritated voice, "Im dead. Youre just confused."

Well I am confused...

She sighed, "I can't believe the person I wanted as my apprentice is this dim," she muttered, before continuing in a grand voice, "That was my gift to you."

"What was?"

"Clarity."

I stayed quiet. Clarity means understanding, so why is it I'm still confused. Your gift is lousy.

"Youre the one who wanted to know," she said with a pout, "So I showed you."

"Showed me what, exactly?"

"The truth you're too dim to see," She said calmly, "You wondered, 'What if I never became the Sun Knight? What if I went with Scarlet'. So I showed you."

"Do you mean to say that wasn't real?" I asked tensely.

"No it was real," She replied, "If you had gone with me. You see, my cute little adopted son," She stood up and walked over to me, "I would have always been the one trying to kill them," She leant forward and rested her forehead against my shoulder, "And you would have always been their guarding angel. No matter how many times we repeated, no matter which path you took."

"But why?" My voice caught in misery.

"Because, no matter who you are," She stood back and raised her arms either side of herself, "I would always be the one who wanted them dead."

"Why?"

"Reasons, my dear boy, that are irrelevant to you. You took the path of the angels and brought them all light."

"No I didn't! All I ever do is worry them!" I yelled hopelessly.

"You really don't see it? Think back to the you who never became the Sun Knight. They were cold and distant. They didn't even know each other well enough to see pass the masks they wore. Ice lost his smile and person inside of him who longed to make others happy. Judgement lived in darkness for loss of somebody to show him light. Stone never became the Stone Knight, but was replaced by somebody more suitable. They all adapt to the masks they wear, but you were the only one capable of letting them live underneath the mask."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Not for them. For you. You and you alone. As thanks," She walked over to the boulder again, patting its surface and winking at me happily, "I really do love the view."

I walked over and looked at it intently, confused. It was the gravestone I had made. I looked up, "Scarlet I-"

She was gone.

Now what am I suppose to do.