I remember how it was to run in the forest barefoot, I remember how it was to have the sun gaze trough the trees and find your eyes.  I remember the sensation that the dust would leave into my mouth after kissing the ground over and over again...

I remember those moments...

And because I can remember... I would like to revive that time, once more, and if Hera allows me, maybe twice... because probably, even if I can't see those persons anymore, I still feel as if my heart's going to break anytime I can think about them, and I adore that feeling, because it makes me believe that I am alive.

Yeah, I know, I probably sound like a masochist, but that's my reason to continue what I'm doing today, to keep on being the witness of my own story. And my one and only motivation....

is pain...

...

"Mom... dad... I hope you're fine, please tell me Hera!! Please!! Are you going to allow us to live peacefully?? Can I protect that child as well??"

"PLEASE HERA, PLEASE!"

As the sun went down and the night began to freeze the land, the only thing that could have been heard was the sound of foot-steps, they were slowly moving forward, they were carrying the will of a single young man. They were heavy, however, he was no more than a pile of bones and barely no meat.

The boy was about to fall on his knees, and he would probably had died soaking water in the woods if not for the warm cottage that he had spotted on his way.

"I'm n-n-not fre-ez-zing t-to de-death today".

I had finally arrived. I looked in front of me, it was indeed my house. I could see lights, and there was noise coming from the inside. Just the usual.

"Tha-thank H-Hera", said I as I opened the door.

"M-mom, D-d-ad, ki-kiddo, I-I'm h-eere", there was no answer.

"Mo-mom?", again without answer.

"D-d-dad?", complete silence.

"Hey guys! Is this a joke? I know how you never go to sleep this early!"

"GUYS?!", I walked through the other parts of the house, it was only the front that had been illuminated. "But what about the voices?", I wondered. Then, when I was about to scream once more, a sudden cracking startled me. I carefully turned around... the candles had died out... I couldn't see anything.

I fell to the ground and found a blanket, I stayed there... waiting for someone... I fell asleep.

I... couldn't have admitted... that I was scared...

"EGAN! Egan... for Hera's sake wake up!"

"Wh-at, what is happening?", I rubbed my eyes in disbelieve.

"How about this? We were out there, in the forest, looking for my son, ALL NIGHT, WHEN WE DECIDED TO COME HOME JUST TO FIND OUT THAT THE PRICK HIMSELF WAS ALREADY HERE!", said my father as he took me by the arm and lifted me in one shot.

"Wha-what? Wait, wait a minute... if you three were out all night, then who the f was here when I came home?"

"Are you crazy Evan?", said my mom, "You were soaking in water and had a fever! You were hallucinating!".

"You'll excus-ze me mom, but I clearly know all of my hallucinations, and that was not one of them".

"What?"

"Whatever Egan, but I won't forgive you for this, come on, get up and dress up, you're having another match with us right now".

"Seriously? Us?"

"Of course! Me and this little buddy!", I couldn't believe what he was saying, he wanted me to have a match with a three-year-old and wouldn't allow a no for an answer.

I looked at the kid, he looked dead inside... as always.

"Go-good morning", I said to him. 

Well, no answer... as al...

"Hmm", he wavered but then bowed.

"Ohh, well, that was...", I thought, "that was c-unexpected".

...

I came dressed up in my fighting clothes, I was wearing pants and ready to figth my dad, when he suddenly started to mumble something to himself.

"Hmpf, this is it!", he shouted.

"What now? are you planning to leave me dressed and excited?"

"Not quite, son".

"Then what?"

"I just decided that you're not going to fight with me".

"WHAT?"

"Yes, I mean, you have this little buddy here, and you want to fight ME?"

"Wait... wait a second dad... I said wait", he ignored me and gave the kid a sword that was big enough for him. It was an aamazing way of telling me that he wasn't backing down.

"BEGIN!", Dad shouted.

I tried talking reasonably with him, but it seemed like he had already found his resolution to beat my ass. So I went along with him. Didn't mind getting a few scratches from him. Until...

  "Woah!"

I yelled when he came directly at me with killer eyes that looked shinner than ever. The bronze looked even more amazing in his hands and it appeared to me that I only had a second to think, because if it wasn't for my feet, his sword would have cut my ear. 

I slipped. His sword became heavier as it touched the ground. He was about to give up on his knees, and my hand was about to reach his arm, but it somehow looked wrong and I stopped.

He stood up again. His eyes were burning with excitement. I was also kind of moved by the determination of a three-year-old. Therefore I ran at him with all my might, he just standed there, and it felt as if I was about to crash into him...

But he was prepared, he knew exactly what to do. And a second before chrashing into each other he slipped under my feet and with his big bronze hit my ankles and made me wobble until gravity beat me.

Just somehow...

that was all...

The last time I played around...

And the first I came to admired his wild and yellow eyes...

As I slowly got knocked out...