I have used up all my energy. I barely can
move all my fingers right now. I’m down on my knees, looking at my fellow friends’
flesh being cut off. Where am I? What I’m doing here? I looked down and saw
both of my legs were pierced by two arrows. Such agony how it felt, but what am
I to do as all I did was sitting there with tears. Clang! A broad sword falls
beside me. Who is it? While suddenly I realize it was him; the dark lord. He grabbed
my head with his arm. Lift my head up so that he can see me clearly. Those eyes;
those cold dark eyes. I barely noticed it, the smile on that face. A smile that
knows no sympathy. Abomination as what were other people said. But there I was
looking with nothing but disgusted as he tore my heart out. The blood was warm
to the touch. But all what’s left of the body was just cold. My hands sheaved
and weaved. As such a simple life that was. And such a simple death that was. Why
this does seemed so pointless? A soul for another, that’s what they said. How unfortunate
that is to live such a short life.
Freed’s Heart…
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