Shadow Slave

Sunny woke up from a nightmare where he was a shadow that had lost the will to live, who woke up from a nightmare where he was a prince being drowned in a fiery tomb of molten steel, who woke up from a nightmare where he was an old man dying as he held the body of his murdered mother, who woke up from a nightmare where he was a mortal watching his world being destroyed by a god.

Soon enough, Sunny found himself tied to a stake, with fire spreading through the pile of tinder beneath his bare feet as a crowd of people whom he had considered friends and neighbors watched with demented glee. All he could do was struggle desperately against his bonds and pray that the smoke would smother him before the flames reached his flesh…

But his prayers were not answered.

Screaming from inside the fire, he died.

…It was time to face a new day.

Sunny fought desperately as sharp fangs tore his flesh apart, as he was being eaten alive. But no matter how much he struggled, it was of no use. The monster was just too strong, and mad, and cruel.

And then, he died.

It was time to face a new day again.

Sunny drowned, a heavy chain tied around his legs.

Sunny bled to death on a battlefield, suffering from terrible thirst and too weak to move, hungry crows tearing at his face with sharp beaks.

Sunny watched his entire family be executed before being hanged from the walls of a somber fortress.

Thrown into the boundless darkness of the Sky Below by his heartless mother, Sunny died of hunger, thirst, and fear, too tired to scream or cry.

Sunny was killed and turned into a wooden doll by a vengeful sorcerer, and then killed again after an eternity of silent servitude, the doll burning to ashes as it fell into an ocean of white flames.

His heart was pierced with an obsidian knife on an altar made of pure darkness.

His body was cleaved apart by the blade of a giant warrior in a red tattered robe while the jubilant crowd cheered from the stone seats of an ancient theater.

…It was time to face a new day again.

The nightmares never ended, bleeding into one another. Each time, Sunny woke up sure that the agony he had experienced was just a harrowing dream. But very soon, his waking life would turn into pure horror itself.

And then, he would die.

And then, it would be time to face a new day again.

men and women, humans and beasts. Their end was always the same. Everywhere he went, everywhere he fled, no matter who he

as though everyone he

whole world was

was slowly going mad,

of. Even though the horrors he had experienced seemed like a nightmare, their weight accumulated, slowly breaking his spirit apart.

The terror.

of waking up from a nightmare only to be thrust into

the same, as well. The pain in his chest, and the spheres of light that he saw from time to time burning inside someone's

the Ivory City and the Red Colosseum. Consumed by terror, he watched as a brilliant colossus made of lustrous steel stepped

then, the iron giant took another

colossus brought his foot down, crushing Sunny, and all of his

Sunny died…

woke up with

face a

was too

shivered, remembering the terrifying sight of the steel giant advancing toward the trembling row of soldiers. Who would be mad enough to

were all insane, each and every one of them. Some said that they had been different and called by another name once, that they had been valiant and brave. Champions

he didn't really

and as long as his father was alive, and his grandfather as well, the Warmongers

far away from here. In the northern reaches of the Kingdom of Hope, people didn't have to worry

had their

meet with the emissaries of the Night Temple. It was a high honor, but also not without risk. As a knight tasked with protecting

why does my heart so

he reached for

***

"No!"

a young girl in a beautiful silk dress that was passed down to her from her mother, and

slaughtered the rest of their party, chased them to the very edge of the island. Now, there was nothing but

hooves were already ringing on the stones, growing closer

bottomless abyss, then

what

by the sharpness of maturity. Her eyes, usually

hesitated, then drew his sword and turned his

my

was a lie. He was just one man… he was not even an Awakened. What could a mundane swordsman like him