Sierra's POV
I heard something in my sleep. I slowly awoke, looking at the clock next to the bed I could see it was still around 4 in the morning.
The noise was getting louder. I looked up to see Yn panting, holding his chest with one of his hands as his other gripped the bedsheets. He was mumbling, and I didn't need to listen to know what he was saying
"Stop...please," he said weakly as his grip on the sheets tightened
I found this painful, he went through this almost every night. And as if timing it, he jolted awake, sitting up quickly and panting hard, as if he had run a marathon. He was covered head to toe in sweat. He was trembling, soon bringing his hands up to hold his head
I hugged him, not letting him go. This was one of the few ways he would calm down easily, and it helped him sleep again. I grabbed a towel I kept on the nightstand beside the bed and started to wipe all of the sweat off of him. He was just stuck there panting, trying to compose himself, but failing.
Soon, we both laid back down, I was currently using him as a body pillow
"Hey Sierra," he said quietly. I looked up at him "Yeah?" I asked
"Back then, do you think I should have died? Rather than you, everyone hated me" He said as I looked him in his eyes, well, I was looking at where his eyes used to be, they were taken from him long ago.
And I was the reason why.
"No," I said as I held onto him tighter "No one knew what you were doing for them, no one Understood what you went through"
He sighed "Sierra...." I looked at him again "Thank you"
I smiled and closed my eyes, both of us falling asleep.
Timeskip Yn's POV (I'd start the music now or whenever you want)
I look around, seeing an empty darkness. I felt something at my feet, looking down I saw a hero, lying on the ground, blood spilling out from him.
"Look at it," a voice said
In my hand was my sword, I saw it coated in blood. I threw it away, however, I heard it hit something else that wasn't the ground. I look towards where I thought it landed, only to see the blade stuck in a hero's chest
"It never changes," the voice said again.
My eyes widened and I blinked, suddenly finding myself gripping the handle of the blade again, the hero clinging to life as he cried, not having the energy to scream as the blade was buried in his heart
"How can you forget this?"
He reached his hand out, weakly gripping my face as an attempt to hurt me. In a second his hand limply falls off my face as he dies
I bring the blade out of his chest, I could feel blood on my face, dripping down to my chin
"You'll never escape it. Never escape me" it said again
I looked at my blade, seeing my reflection in it. But then it hit me, I still had my eyes, and I could see.
An image flashed in my mind, a field of grass, and I was on the only hill in the middle of it for
Miles. But it flashed, changing the image, the grass was dyed red, corpses scattered everywhere
The surrounding changed, I was now in a long hallway, being dragged by two shadowy figures. I looked behind me, seeing different versions of myself and Sierra all glaring at me. I wanted to call them to help, but I couldn't, I knew I couldn't, and decided I wouldn't
