I was young then, bright-eyed and hopeful. When the tip of the sword touched each of my shoulders, if thought there could be no greater happiness. A life of noble service with stalwart companions. I wonder if you had already everything planned out then. A nod of approval, a quiet chuckle. It was such a short time, but it didn't need to be longer for me to fall for it. And fall I did. When you turned on me and all semblance of kindness disappeared, I kept chasing that fleeting moment. Sometimes I wonder, did it ever happen? Did I invent it to justify my pursuit?
I don't quite know when I realized I'd been chasing shadows. It came after giving up hope that I could fix anything, that I remember. Then I started noticing how that made you change. Because, I later learned, I had ruined your clever little game. The game where you ruined me.