#One

All it was was a knock on her door. Not to quiet, and not too loud. Her answer, her choice.. It didn't mean much at first. Like the difference between taking a walk or taking a nap. But in the end it would decide her fate.

#Two

A gentle hand fell onto my shoulder. My heart fluttered, but I didn't understand why. I didn't even know her then, but something about the way she touched me.. Even just a touch on the shoulder from her was enough to make me feel a sprinkle of love.

#Three

When I was younger, I assumed that there really were bad guys out there. People who do things just to ruin other people's lives, with no motives or feeling.. And thus, all these people who wronged me, I simply disregarded them.. And now, all that's piling up, and regret is the only real bad guy in my life. No matter how these people wrong me, I can find their reasoning, and there's nothing I can do to make myself look like I'm superior.. It hurts more than it seems.

#Four

Back when I was younger, I thought the sword and the shield were just slabs of metal. Mother read me stories, and I wasn't quite old enough to understand that bond that even the most basic warriors had with their weapons, especially those who had to fight for their life the moment they were brought into our miserable, cruel planet.

#Five

When people think fights, they think of the fighters. The ones with their swords and knives drawn, their fists wrapped for hand-to-hand combat. Nobody thinks about us. Support and defense, two of the most important roles in most any form of combat. The ones with their massive shields, taking pain for the others, and those with the power to heal. Those who encourage and plan, the ones who fuel the fight, and the ones who decide the outcome in the end. We're what matters, but the measly combat troops, the least unique and the most common, think they should get the credit. And, in the end, they usually do.