"I'm the only thing wrong with me, I can't tell you just how bad I suck at life", saying that her expression didn't change a bit. But then her image faded away."There isn't one person that its okay to kill or hurt. But even if we know that, why do we continue to hurt? There isn't a single person I hate. But even still, why is it that I can only kill and kill ruthlessly, without end? This is absurd, meaningless. And yet, knowing that, we still choose to go on...how absurd!"Her back was turned to me, and her voice seemed to echo from every corner. My focus was on her shriveled up figure, it grew smaller by the minute but I wasn't capable of thinking just then."Heroes don't exist. No one comes to save you even if you keep waiting. If there is such a thing as justice, why is it so unjust in who it reaches? Where was the hero when the villain needed him? How can they expect justice from someone that has never known it? How are we at fault? Why do they fling God around like they're His k

"Lubbock!", despite being quite sure that my voice was only circling right back to me, I couldn't help but call out to him.We had started up the mountain and went on for quite a while without any trouble. Soon as we entered the fog however, it was simply impossible to tell left from right. We had anticipated such a situation and prepared for it beforehand. Lubbock had a compass and we had tied a rope to keep us together. For me, hiking up a mountain wasn't much of a problem, my village was in a mountainous area and I had been climbing up and down all my life, although that place wasn't nearly as steep or rocky as this. Still, I didn't find it too troublesome. Lubbock too, surprisingly enough, seemed at ease as if he was just walking on a straight road. He moved almost too mechanically, I could tell he was good at this sort of thing.Things went on without problem for a while and just as I was beginning to think we'd get there without any problem, Lubbock was gone. The rope was cut, m

I remember being dragged through the sea of endless snow while the blizzard froze all my senses. I could barely open my eyes but the warm touch of the soft skin on my face made me feel safe, as if I was being carried home. I had no idea who this kind person was, that was lugging me through all this cold, on a steep mountain that knew no beginning nor end.Her blonde hair tickled my neck, and though I could feel barely anything, her touch was like little fires, waking my dead body back to life. Her weak arms carried me without fail.When I opened my eyes again, I believe she had brought me to a cave. I think I smelled fire, but its hard to imagine a fire would have been possible in a place like this, when there was a blizzard outside. Perhaps I was just imagining what I wanted to see. I was just grateful for the warmth she was sharing with me. Her bare skin pressed against mine, and through my delirium, I wondered who this person was, so filled with kindness. No, it wasn't just kindne

The next morning, as I woke up, I found the place a whole lot quieter and peaceful than last night. There wasn't anything to like about that peace. I slipped out of my warm bed, feeling the dry cold on my skin, as it made me sigh, I went downstairs.I had passed out before dinner last night and had to be roused up. To my dismay, it was the blandest stew in all existence and I'd rather have stayed asleep. I simply couldn't understand how the owner took so long to cook something that tasted this much like boiled water. I held my disappointment in and dined in silence before dozing off. I think it was Lubbock who carried me to my room and dumped me on my bed. I did sleep like a baby, so I was feeling quite refreshed now.As I went towards the bar where the owner was cleaning glasses all alone in silence, I noticed the lamp in the window had no light. "Mornin' son", he greeted me."Morning", I answered. The windows were fogged up and it was still rather early, so it wasn't exactly brigh

The sound of hurried footsteps arose, even in the snow, signaling her rushed arrival. The owner put down the last of his utensils that he'd been cleaning since the morning and awaited her entry through the wooden door which would be any moment now. It didn't take long for her to come crashing through the door.She flung the door open with a bang and stood huffing and sweating like a mad boar, her eyes open wide."Old man!", she forced her voice out, struggling to take in oxygen, "Lubbock...where's Lubbock?""Lubbock? Well, he left earlier this morning...to find you two.""Old man! Seraph...he...he fell down!", she was still gasping for air, "He fell down the crevasse! You have to come!"The owner hurriedly wiped his hand on a cloth, mumbling something under his breath."Where?", he quickly put on a coat and followed her outside."We were coming up that way", she pointed in a direction, "It just happened so quickly."She hurried back, with the owner in tow. The two were exhausted by th