The grass is soft as the wind eager it to brush my bruised skin. I can not help but to marvel at the beauty and the silence. I'm not hurried. I rest in the grass by the water, listening to Agro's soft steps in the distance, just a whistle away.
So odd, this feeling. So perplexed am I by this silent world and it's colossal inhabitants. Why are they here? Is this their world or are they just the purpose of this world? Do they live only to be killed for somebody else's wish? For some reason I'm not afraid when I stand in their shadow. I know what I have to do. I know it might well kill me. But ill pull trough. I have to.
In that brief moment, before I raise my sword and before their eyes turn yellow with anger, when they spot me, and we stand for just one breath and watch each other, I think I can se sadness in those blue eyes. They know. Perhaps more then I do. They carry me back to the temple.
It feels like they still watch me. Watch my every move.
But I am not afraid. I know what I have to do.
One life for 16 others…