Alone in the dark, one sat alone holding a sword and an ocarina. Signs of severe pain show through his eye, now watered and hating. Hurt alone in a dark room... he sits, glaring at the floor. He has no life, no friends, and parents? None. Never good enough. That's what he was to everyone. Not good enough. He tried. He did, but failed and verbally abused for it.
He had remembered one of the other people whom he'd lived near... how that person's very life rested on his shoulders. How one slip and he would be gone. So many days he had known that boy... so much he hated him. It hurt to think of one of his friends, one in which he would never see again, for she had left him. They did everything together...then one day it all changed. He had to leave, it was the worlds fait whether he left or not, and he did not want to see his friend dead. Nothing would change that. Never. It was seven years ago he had had to leave. She waited seven years for him to return, then was forced to stay in a temple for eternity.
A tear rolled down his cheek. He hugged the ocarina tightly stared at the sword, then dropped it. He wasn't good enough for anyone. His friend left him. If he wasn't good enough for her, then who was he good enough for? Certainly no one, so what was the point in living? He wasn't worth life. He would give it back to the Goddesses... not good enough... not even to live...
Live on backwards is No evil. He violated those two rules that day. He walked out into the sunlight, holding his bear and sword. He walked to all the people in his village. He cut his wrist and dipped his finger in his blood and wrote the word "Murderer" on their windows and carved it on their doors. He left to a cliff; where he jumped. Still holding his ocarina, from his best friend... His only friend...