A Pitiful Cannon Fodder

Pain and suffering.

Those two feelings had always been constant in my life.

The memories of warmth and happiness I last felt decades ago were gradually turning blurry in my head.

My two best friends, who cared for me very much, were the only ones whom I could still vaguely remember in my hazy memory.

Boo and Albion.

They made me feel wanted.

They made me feel happy.

They made me feel alive.

And most of all, they made me feel loved.

"I miss them very much," I said as I looked at the younger boy whom I suddenly found inside the hazy world that I was in.

I couldn't tell if I was dreaming or not, for even dreaming had become a luxury that I didn't possess.

"Then, can you share your memories with me?" the boy asked. "I want to see everything from beginning to end. I want to know everything so that I'll be able to come up with a plan to save you."