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.

weak, young and old, men and women, humans and beasts. Their end was always the same. Everywhere he went, everywhere he fled, no matter who he was, there was only pain

as though everyone he met was infected by a terrible,

whole world was

he was slowly going

ones he had just dreamt of. Even though the horrors he had experienced seemed like a nightmare, their weight accumulated, slowly breaking his spirit apart. His faces changed, his memories changed, but one thing always remain the

The terror.

chilling terror of waking up from a nightmare only to be thrust into a worse

in his chest, and the spheres of light that he

brilliant colossus made of lustrous steel stepped forward, making the

then, the iron giant took another

replaced by a vast expanse of polished metal. The colossus brought his foot down, crushing Sunny, and all

Sunny died…

he woke

to face a new day

that was

sight of the steel giant advancing toward the trembling row of soldiers. Who

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 who protected the Kingdom

he didn't

as Sunny was alive, and as long as his father was alive, and his grandfather as well, the Warmongers had been the same. Bloodthirsty monsters

of Hope, people didn't have to worry about the madness of the followers of War,

they had

rose. Today, his lady was going to meet with the emissaries of the Night Temple. It was a high honor, but also not

my heart so

reached

***

"No!"

a beautiful silk dress that was passed down to her from her mother, and for that reason a little bit

already slaughtered the rest of their party, chased them to the very edge of

already ringing on the stones,

the bottomless abyss, then turned to him. Her

what… what should we

not yet touched by the sharpness of maturity. Her eyes, usually so gentle and bright, were now

drew his sword and turned his

my

said those empty words, knowing full well that it was a lie. He was just one man… he was not even an Awakened. What could a