Chapter 1

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I was taken from the battle,
neither truly alive, nor truly dead,
an undying shadow, in a world of lights.
Now, in front of you, I can finally die.

I.
The hunter prepared for battle.
With blood on their hands, the two men fought,
It was inevitable. One must live and one must die.
To save the world, sacrifices were to be made.
With nothing but themselves,
They lunged.
Fist against fist, yells of anguish and pain.
Cunning and quick as a fox,
The hunter evaded smoothly.
But, the younger man,
Like a snake striking its prey, swiftly landed the final blow.
On the floor of red, the hunter lay.
He knew his time had come.
But he smiled to his assailant, in the assailant's dismay.
One last smile to his best friend.
One last smile before his end.

By no means was hatred involved.
It was always for the mission.
As soldiers, as friends,
They respected each other. Loved each other.
On opposing sides, there was only one answer.
Having been on the battlefield longer,
The hunter accepted his death.
The younger man vowed not to become like him.
It was Christmas Eve.

II.
Jaeger.
A cold-blooded hunter.
Never letting your prey escape.
Strong and silent. But kind and warm.
In the sad fate of the soldier,
You fought for what you believed in.
Everybody in the unit respected you.
Looked up to you.
You taught me, helped me, saved me.
A brother in war, a mentor in life, but a true friend in the world.
War is no reason to end a friendship.

III.
For soldiers. For killers.
We live a life of chaos.
Surrounded by the stench of death.
We can only keep fighting,
Always fighting.
Until one day, the bullet will take its revenge.

In the flames of war, I escaped.
I ran and I ran and I ran.
But you,
Fated to life on the battlefield,
Were consumed by those flames.

Though your body will perish,
Your will, your beliefs, will survive
In the hearts of those who remember.
See you on the other side.

We're not tools of the government, or anyone else.
Fighting was the only thing...the only thing I was good at.
But... at least I always fought for what I believed in.

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