Ashe-Cat
5up remembered a lot of things
Meeting his friends
The feeling of his swords hilt in his hand as he swung it at friends and foes alike, light in his grip but unspeakably heavy in others
A cool breeze as he laid on his back gazing at the stars
His first fight alone against tens of players for the right of his own beliefs
The heavy weight of a hammer in his hands and scalding fire from the furnace in his face as he forged a blade for the first time
Laughing as he chased his friends under the cover of golden tree leaves
Stinging pain as he was struck by arrows and sword, axes, lance, and pikes alike
Being left alone as the wind howls at your back
Shrieks of those you killed
The warm surge in his chest as he made one of his friends laugh
Exchanging gifts for each other during birthday's and Christmas
His last ever fight
The feeling of the wind going past your face as you fall
Of dying
And miraculously enough afterwards,
Waking up again