Swords clash. The ground surround the two warriors shatters from the force.

One warrior glowing a brilliant white.

The other consumed in dark shadows.

I yell at them to stop their battle, but they don’t respond to me.

I run towards them to stop the duel.

The dark warrior lunges forward and slashes the side of the white’s.

My side begins to bleed and I grimace as I continue towards them.

The white warrior responds with a strong open-palmed strike to the other’s chest.

I cough up blood as he slides back and clutches his chest.

I reach the spot that separates them and as they try to clash past me I try to toss them aside and push them away from each other.

Perhaps that is it.

I just realized, I really do need a dog.

You know not who will still be standing beside you when you emerge.

But those who do will be rewarded for their loyalty and patience.

That won’t remember they’re human unless you constantly remind them.

There is something wrong with their brain that causes them to quickly forget.

If you don’t…

They won’t see humans, they’ll see ants.

I need it.

I crave it.

There is no other path for me.