Why am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
It so dark in here. Dark. What is dark?
And the cold, whatever that is, is also there.
Then, I hear a loud sound. I am certain that it is coming from in front of me. It's the sound of gears turning and chains moving as I have heard a thousand times before.
All of a sudden the world gets brighter. Better. Beautiful.
Sun. Flowers. Trees. Waterfalls. A majestic sight. A sight from my memory.
All the greets me is a small torch used by non-fire-type mages to light their way.
Holding it is someone that I know well. Or well enough to know of his purpose for visiting me.
Slowly he approaches me. My vision, that I had not used for so long, clears up. I can smell the air of distrust and disgust around him. He hated me, of that I was clear.
Yet he still came here. Why? To torture me more of course.
To say words that haunt my dreams. To throw that torch on me and watch as it burns by undying flesh. To tell me of things that could have been if only...
If only I had not been me.
But he does none of that. He just stands and stares down at me. His eyes filled with...grief and guilt?
Why? Why does he, who was always so cheerful about my misery look sad? Maybe I did not know him as well as I thought.
I would have preferred it if he tried to kill me. At least, I would not have felt this empty.