This was our story. It belonged to all of us, because all of us played a huge role in it. No one lost as much as I did. We can never reveal our names, if we did, well... we just can't, there's too many people who would come after us. It sounds so paranormal and fake, I know, the truth is though, it is real; infact, the war is still going on to this day, it's kept in the shadows. It ended with four of us fighting for good, but it started with two, myself and another. We had known eachother for four years when this all began, both of us were still so young, still very innocent and niaeve to almost everything; It's almost funny looking back at it, not funny in a 'haha' way but, in the irony sense; We made so many small mistakes, had I believed in regret, maybe I would regret those and find that if we just did those small things differently it wouldn't have ended like that. I only wished that all of us had made it through this, especcially the one who believed so deeply we could make it. Why? Why? Out of the final four who faught on our side during the final battle, why did they have to be the one to die? I am writing this because I want people to know the truth- - I want people to understand and most of all, I want people to see their sacrifice for me. Yes, they sacrificed themselves to save me, after I had done something horrible and unforgiveable. I loved them with everything and as I write this, I too am fading away, but, I won't die phsyically yet. Every second of my life without them has been a living hell , we need eachother. We always had, and always will. We were the perfect balence. Anyhow, this is our story, not mine, not theirs, but ours. We changed the future, we changed the past, we changed the present, we changed eachother, we changed everything. We saved absolutely everything you hold dear.
