I believe I can post prologue now.
Prologue: Bitter Memories“We're not pawns of some scripted fate. I believe we're more. Much more... There's something between us all. Something that keeps us together... Like...invisible ties, connecting us.” I said that. There is no scripted fate, just invisible ties... Who am I kidding? We are all puppets, dancing to the whims of divine beings. Tied to the invisible strings, acting only as they say...
Sometimes, I think back and wonder... I wonder if Lyn... if she looks for me. If Hector and Eliwood, my friends... if they look for me. But I will never see them again.
I wonder about Eirika and Ephriam, Joshua and Innes, my friends. i wonder if they look for me, if they miss me... but I will never see them again.
I wonder about Ike and Elincia, Miciah, The Dawn Brigade, if they look for me... but I will never see them again.
I wonder about Marth, if he's gotten around to marryong Caeda yat, If Jagen's "Old Bones" are still going... I wonder about Katarina. But I will never see them, I will never see her again.
I wonder about Chrom, the Shepherds. About... about Lucina, and Morgan. I wonder if they still look for me, if they search, if they still cry for me... but I will never see them again. I will never see them again.
I will never see any of them, ever again. They were taken, and I was taken from them. Somebody... somebody gave me this power, someone made me stronger, faster, stronger than a normal human. I am powerful... and I am alone. Every man has his breaking point. A place where he cannot pass and remain the same. Mentally, physically, spiritually... never the same. I remember. I passed that point, not once, not twice, but many times. The names haunt me. Lyn, Lucina, Ike, Alm, Marth... my friends, every one. I broke a long time ago, and now I remember... and I am alone.
Alone. Have you ever been truly alone? Not lost, not hiding, but truly, completely alone? It's so lonely, so cold... Is this my fate? Forever doomed to fight, to make friends, to save a world... to fall in love... and then lose it all? Quite a worthless life. No, not worthless. Not to... but they are gone. Everyone who cared, everyone who knows I exist, they are gone. They were taken. Gone forever, taken by the same person who gave me this power... I'm just a puppet, a slave, a sheep, compliant and unable to resist. Well no longer. I quit. No longer a tool, no more a sheep. I am now a weapon, a wolf... a corpse with a grudge, worth nothing to anyone. Now, I fight back. Now, I will turn this power on the one who gave it to me. Now... I get revenge.
NOTE: This is a short chapter, the others are longer.