"I too have thought about how I would save that person in that one moment when it became too difficult for them to go on", she had said one time, "I've tried but it never was up to me...is what I say but that's just an excuse I'm trying to give myself. If only I had been there, if only I'd listened, if only I'd known...those thoughts have come to me a thousand times. But then you realize that after all, heroes don't exist in the real world. You never think of saving someone when they are alive, it only comes to you when you can't do anything about it. I think even if I had been in the same room as him that night, I wouldn't have done anything. I wouldn't have been able to stop him. He couldn't have been saved. I would have watched him hang himself without saying a word."Kiria had said that to me. She didn't say more than this about her life. I don't know who she was talking about but I knew she had failed to save someone. We had gone hunting that morning, and it was such a snowy morn

My hands were trembling, which was strange since I didn't feel particularly cold. Sight was a bit strange as well. He'd had no problem dealing with the puppets before, but now he was destroying them one at a time. Not to mention, he seemed wobbly. There was only one explanation. The ice was zapping our body heat. Since Sight was more exposed to it, it had to be affecting him more. At least, the process was slow enough that we had ample window to attack Silver. When Sight had completely engaged all the icy puppets, and I knew I was shielded from them, I began focusing on Silver. She was a little far away than what I'd have liked. But no matter, I could still use my trump card. At first, we were relying on the idea that with so many icy puppets, she'll run out of moisture to use but apparently the puppets didn't need much water to be formed. Even if their barrage was likely to stop at one point, we couldn't wait until then. So I had no choice but to use my trump card right then and th

From the beginning to the end, I saw it all. All those who had possessed Excalibur, all their lives, their struggles, and their memories poured through me and I could see it like broken flashes. And all the while I was seeing generation after generation of wielders going to war, some losing their lives and some returning triumphant, some whose stories were fulfilling and some who died with regrets, Yngvi was beside me. He too had been watching all those generations of humans. He had thought that if the elves caved in, the war that was rearing its head would die out.Following the years of his death, that may have been true. There was a brief year of peace. But then it began. Wigheard, the first wielder, died fighting too. He was filled with regrets. And he was the one with the most struggles. He lived for some thirty years after Yngvi's death. And he fought brutally in all those years, just so his friend's sacrifice would have some meaning. But he knew, as he stared into the eyes of

"We'll exist side by side."He'd said there was a chasm between them, but right then, he thought that there was a void all around them but not even an inch of space between."Even if the world turns to fire, we'll exist side by side."She'd said that with perfect belief and a rigid expression on her face.Grey thought Silver was right. Even when he knew she was dead and he'd lived on like an idiot, as long as even a fragment of her existed in this world, he had to exist side by side with it. "It's futile, Grey", Lancelot said, having caught his breath, "You're no match for all of us."Lancelot pointed his sword towards Grey, who was lying flat on the ground. It started out great. Even with four of the knights against him, Grey had the upper hand. None of them were in top form but the same could be said of Grey. Lancelot swung his long sword and dashed right at Grey. If there was one thing no one in the world could match the knights with, it was swordsmanship. Lancelot, in particula

"It'll all fall apart", Silver said, as Grey faced off against her.Grey has snatched a sword from the storm. It probably belonged to one of the knights. Silver and Grey clashed over and over again and pushed each other back. Even though Excalibur didn't look it, it was still quite strong. "Grey!!", Silver howled before surrounding him in her ice and launching at him. Grey had no trouble parrying her, before undoing the ice and getting out of her way. They went back and forth wounding each other while Sight and I were putting our all in eradicating the curse. I wasn't sure we'd hold out as long as we had, but I was getting a hang of it. I thought we might just be able to do it. I suppose Silver saw that we were making good progress. That spelled trouble for her. Undoing the curse meant undoing Excalibur. And that was death. Silver was going to try her best to get in our way. The biggest obstacle that stood in her way was Grey. Arthur had said earlier that something was preventing