Lost

A Beginning of Demise

Watching the chaos before myself with wide eyes, I stood, unable to stop it. I watched as everyone fought against someone they trusted, and held dear, along with another who others couldn't tell was being forced to fight alongside him. The battle seemed to be one sided, with the two being fought losing. The others were fighting because they felt betrayed. They were also grieving, and so was I, really. I never wanted this to happen, nor did I expected it. I'm sure nobody really expected it. I watched, being a ghost. I wasn't a ghost though, I was still alive. It felt awkward as someone was flung back and passed straight through me as they hit a wall. I couldn't help them up, or speak to him. My voice couldn't be heard where I am. I watch the man get back up and launch back into battle. I stepped closer, not worried about getting hurt by blades hitting me. I watched closely as my friends and allies fought against the two. One looked scared, horrified and betrayed. I felt bad for him. The others had sheer determination set on there faces. The battle seemed to have gone silent as the sound of a blade sinking deep into someone. I whipped around to see the leader they were fighting had been stabbed straight through the stomach. "NO!" I screeched, at the same time he muttered,

"Heh... Fools."

I am Japan. Please, allow me to explain.