PROLOGUE
Seraphs are hard to kill and getting harder to destroy; my battles getting more challenging all the time with the stakes piled up so high that even those who I care about might be harmed. While in the process I get weaker by each fight…. each battle....
" The disease is slowly weakening you and soon you will die" the voice of my other 'special' personality spoke clearly in my head with such an urgency that I wanted to believe he was saying the truth but alas I did not want to hear any of it.
" You will soon die my brother and believe me I do not want that to happen to us...!" he continued with earnest. "No, I can't…." I replied while staring out at the distant sea from the cliff that I was taking rest on, fear building up in me. My last battle with a class - A Seraph had drained me of mana and I really needed to rest for a while before more came back. I needed a solution…a fast cure to my now growing suffering…. or in due time I might face certain death.
"There is only one way only, brother…. there is no other option…," he continues bringing up images in my mind of what I will go through if, I ignore it all, a way to ensure that I cannot ignore…. I cannot forget…. However, I do not want to. However much painful suffering there is that I will go through…I do not want to go at all…. It will mean leaving everyone behind….my aunt and mother… my best friend….my love….no…no…it was too much, knowing that I might even never see them again for years if decide to take this path.
"I can't and I won't "I shout out with finality. My other self struggles to reply clearly trying to understand my stubbornness. I continue, "The pain that I'll leave them with… "I stop short thinking of what they will go through once I'm gone and choke on my words…. I struggle to try to explain… I paused hoping that he understands…hoping that he has another brilliant idea, which can save the both of us from what is going to befall us. But instead, I get a cold reply, " I will wait for death bravely, my brother….and let us see how much they will suffer then…." He says and goes silent for the night.
I want to believe him…. that it is all true…. that I am going to die soon…. but I cannot. The thought of such death has never occurred to me; sure, I have gone into dozen vicious battles with Seraphs and the empire's threats to my home…but in each case I had a plan and if I don't my mother has been always there for me...'What would she do once she hears of my situation?' I ask myself, or more accurately I ask my other personality, but I get no response, assuming that he is even listening. With a deep sigh, I stand watching the sunset and pick up my comm, which I had dropped it down as I took my rest, pocketed it and headed home pondering over what step I might take next…