It was odd, feeling so at home with strangers. But now that i look back on it, maybe i was feeling fondness. It's difficult to pick one memory with any of them, for i cherish them all.
Maybe it was travelling unknown lands together, or how we slayed even the mightiest foe together.
Recalling these people, i can also remember a few things they indirectly taught me.
I can safely say heroes, adventures, people, can either etch their name in history with fear or inspiration.
Bards always sing of how the hero struck his foe down with naught more than his belief and faith in others, yet never speak of his unnamed companion who gave him the opening he needed to deal the final blow in the first place.
He is remembered as a "Hero" and his unnamed friend, his unnamed family, his unnamed personhood is also lost, before long, even the "hero" is forgotten, too. It starts with a minor revision until even his name is forgotten, replaced with a title or some such. A blinding light in place of his companions; their shadow ever running darker, bleak compared to his radiant light.
Which is why i cling so tightly to their memory, which is why, despite everything, i will remember you. I thought it was the end, we did the impossible and yet i somehow thought this was the end, on the Mt. we could all clearly see how the blinding light cloaked the sky, we both were weak. And yet, we both lived.
Like "Heroes."
I cannot forget you, or anyone else. I wish we could adventure, just like you wanted, but wishing only achieves so much. I know, that inevitably, i too will be naught more than a shadow.
An avatar of my deeds rather than a person. Eventually, these words will be not only forgotten, but unknown as well.
Which is why we must fight, there is always hope, something to believe in, to pave the way for a brighter future we may never experience.
And you believed in me, didn't you?
I won't forget anyone, but especially not you.
-Warrior of Darkness
(Mandragora Choker)