Shadow Slave

Sunny looked at the terrified young girl, and then… laughed.

...His laughter sounded more than a little bit unhinged.

His lady shuddered:

"Sir, you… you…"

Sunny waved a hand in the air.

"No, no. No need… I understand. I sound crazy."

The night sky above them was covered in an impregnable veil of clouds, and the one below them was empty and dark. The ancient stones they stood upon were slick with rainwater, and it was too dim to see anything except for vague silhouettes.

The silhouette of the Awakened hunter was towering, menacing, and embodied the very concept of terror.

But Sunny didn't care that much.

Massaging his chest, he smiled crookedly and said, his voice hoarse and raspy:

"...But then again, this whole world is insane. Someone told me once… ah, I don't quite remember who… that we can only reflect what is in front of us. Is it my fault that there is nothing in front of me except for madness?"

He looked down, his smile turning into a wicked grin.

"And someone else once told me that they wanted to destroy the world. Back then, I thought them insane… I think… but now, I wonder…"

Awakened hunter took a step forward, his monstrous voice permeating the darkness like

weak… his mind

Sunny laughed again.

I have a feeling that I wasn't supposed to be able to last that long. Who would be able to endure

his sword, then at

nightmares… gods, how cruel they were… did hit a nerve, overall… I am surprised to admit that...

concerned expression, then scratch the back of his

if you have already watched your mother die once, the second time won't be as… well… maybe it would? I don't know… I am a bit confused about what is real, and what is not. Maybe I am

slowly backed away from him, her face painted with fear. The Awakened killer tilted his head a little, then asked with

"What?"

Sunny shrugged.

that, real or not, I am really... really, really hard to break. As it turns out. At least not to the

his sword and

seems ache, doesn't matter whether it's in a nightmare or in the real life. So, that demands a

a step forward, a confused expression on his

that many of my thoughts, actions, and reactions don't really make sense. Sometimes my hands will try to do something on their own, and sometimes fragments of feelings, ideas, and judgments that I have to cause to possess will just appear on their own. Easy to explain in a dream… not so much in the waking world. And I am awake, am

defensive position, waiting for

seem to be able to see inside the souls of living beings… or vile orbs of darkness in those of the Corrupted. It took me a few nightmares to realize that those were

smiled, ready to meet his

all kinds of creatures. Awakened warriors, Corrupted monsters… even

for a moment, and then looked past his enemy, at the mighty black steed standing motionless behind him,

is… why does this damned horse

dashed in the opposite direction from where the hunter's sword flashed, abandoning the young girl he was

dove under the flying blade and jumped to his feet, putting all of his weight into an attack of his

the menacing killer… instead, it was