ꜰr̵̛̥͓͚̝̿̈́̔̈́͘ä̶̧̫͉̳̜̘̰̹͖̳́̾ɢᴍᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴍi̸̟̯̍̈́̾̀͘ɴᴅ

(COVER IS TEMPORARY)

He was a hero, he was supposed to have been out, he was supposed to have gotten up like he always does. He was supposed to be on the battlefield, a smug smile on his lips and another victory under his belt.
"The visions, they burn, they tear me in two. They make me fight with what I believe, and what I feel."
He doesn't give up, he doesn't drop the smile. But that jackal makes it so hard to keep it up, he tints his vision red, and shows him awful things. He knows it's not his fault, but he is the hero, it's his job to be down there.

He is the hero, unbreakable and strong.

But he is also a child.

Thrown into a different kind of pain.

Lost in the confusion and terror.

And fragmented beyond repair.