I am sorrow, the pain that wreaths my mind is endless in its persecution of my thoughts. I am broken by what I have done. I sit here and write this, a story, my story, the story of my breaking. I lived in a community of refugees, hidden away in a canyon of mottled red rocks. Everyday we feared for our lives, as we hid from a darker life form, an evil incarnate; the Dark Legions. This is how the beginning of my downfall started.

I was a hunter, providing food for our community. I had a wife with child, my pride, my beautiful companion. How I miss you. One day, wearing the blue cloak that she loved so much, I went out to hunt the forests surrounding the canyon. I saw a scouting party of the Legions coming in my direction. Immediately I sprang into the nearby shrubbery, and wrapped my cloak around me in the hope they did not see me. I heard them draw closer, and suddenly one of them gave an exclamation… they had seen my tracks, I heard them spread out, yelling commands to each other, scouring the nearby area… their tracker was getting closer, coming straight to where I hid.

He stopped, immediately beside me, where he gasped in shock and yelled to his companions, "He has disappeared into thin air." His companions drew close around him… I could see their feet from beneath my cloak, and they all gave the same startled cries… he has gone… one of them stepped on me looking for where I had gone, but they saw nothing. What madness is this, I thought? They passed on by, and I remained unscathed. Can they not see blue? I had to see if this was indeed true. Returning home I told my wife of the amazing things that had come to pass, and said I was going out again, I needed to see if I was right, for if I was we had found our salvation.

Painting myself in blue and wearing blue clothes, I crept towards their encampment. Fear made twisted knots of my stomach, but I kept on. If I was right, I had found a way to bring up my child in a time of peace, not endless fear. Slowly I entered their camp, none of them noticed. Silently, stealthily, I made my way through their entire encampment. I had to take home a trophy to prove to my fellowmen of this revelation. Entering their high commander's tent I found him eating a sumptuous meal, his last meal. I slit his throat, cut the insignia off his shirt and fled home.

My allies were amazed; we could finally combat the Dark Legions unholy crusade. I clothed my family in blue to protect them. Never again would we fear these evil soldiers.

How terribly wrong one can turn out to be. We men rose early the next day for war. We would drive them away, consume their foulness and return the land to a peaceful habitat.

I bade my lady farewell with a silent thought for the little one yet unborn, and made my way to the door of my abode. We moved out of the canyon en masse and made our way slowly to the camp of evil. When we arrived it was deserted, save for one person. A dead man tied to a raised stake in the very centre of their camp, the high commander. Suddenly my stomach went cold. We must return home, I shouted, now. We ran, yet none ran as swiftly as I. Fear growing steadily, my lady, what have I done.

We arrived at a site of carnage; the legions were wreaking havoc in our canyon. Slaughtered bodies of our women and children, our old and young were everywhere.

What had I done? We fought as demons possessed, with everything we had we fought for our loves, for our very lives. We were slowly slaughtered one by one, no matter how hard we fought; they commanded the magick we had nothing of. So we fell, from a thousand strong, to a half thousand, to a hundred, to a meager handful, to me. They were less in their numbers than they had been, only a score left.

I stood there facing them, surrounded by the bodies of those I loved, my friends, my family, and then I saw something I will never forget. My wife was lying on the steps of our abode, the swelling from our baby barely showing. My love, what have I done? Her life was taken, stolen cruelly by these fiends, these dark senseless killers. Inside me something snapped, tore itself out of my mind, and flame that was not flame wreathed itself around lightning blue, wrapping itself around my arms, I saw myself lift my hands and threw everything I had at the remaining Legions. The flame and lightning twisted and wreathed its way swiftly towards them, ultimately consuming them into nothingness.

I stood alone, everything I had ever known had been torn from me in less than a passing of the sun. My love, where have you gone, why have you left me? My child, you will never breathe the air of life, never know another heartthrob, for you are dead both. Here ends my tale, I have nothing left to live for. Wait but a while my love, I come unto thee swiftly. Flame and lightning combine, wrapping me in a tender embrace, the light fades from my eyes as I direct the power inwards, into my heart, into my mind. My love, I come.