Warning: This work has been rated 18+ for language, violence, and mature content.
Some time before the battle...
This could have been hours, days, months, or years earlier. It did not matter. For Midgar it felt like an eternity.
He awoke with his arms and legs chained to a wall. He felt cold and hot at the same time. An extremely uncomfortable feeling to say the least. Midgar looked around the room to see that he was in a dungeon of sorts, locked in a cell. The only light he could see was the light of two candles standing adjacent on either side of the room. He tried pulling on his chains to no avail. He had no strength left in him to pull. He felt weak and sickly, more than he ever had.
How did he get to this place he wondered. Where was he? Midgar yelled aloud at the top of his lungs. "HELP! WHERE AM I? LET ME OUT!" He tugged on his chains once more trying to cause as much noise as possible. Midgar heard footsteps coming his way. He heard them coming and then stop. He looked around but could see nothing.
"Why do you yell?" Said a voice to him. The voice sounded like darkness.
"I need help. I need out of these chains. Who are you and why am I here?"
"I am just here. I cannot help you. I am just as helpless as you are. Please do not yell though, as I was trying to sleep. You cannot get much rest here these days." He heard the footsteps going away from him now.
"WAIT! DO NOT GO AWAY! PLEASE TELL ME WHERE I AM!" Midgar shouted once again at the top of his lungs.
This time the dark voice hissed at him "Do not yell. The dead can not hear you. Only I can. And I can not help you." He heard the footsteps walking further away from him.
The dead? what was this man talking about. All of a sudden Midgar's head started searing in pain. He remembered. He was in combat, blade to blade with someone. They cut his throat. All he tasted was blood and iron. Everything faded to black. He really was dead. He brought his hand to his neck, and could still feel the scar where his throat was slit.
Coming to this realization did everything but make him calm. "LET ME OUT OF HERE YOU DEMONSPAWN! I WILL KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU! I DO NOT DESERVE TO BE IN CHAINS LIKE THIS! GIVE ME MY FREEDOM!"
Midgar heard footsteps quickly approaching. The cell opened but he still saw no one. His chains unlocked and dropped to the floors. He stood there for about ten minutes before deciding to leave. He grabbed one of the candles and made his out of his cell, and down a dark hallway.
Midgar kept walking, and walking, and walking. It seemed like he would be walking forever. His legs were getting tired and he was hungry. He was thirsty as well, and his mouth was as dry as if he ate a mouth full of sand. " I need water." He spoke to himself.
A little more walking and Midgar came to a slightly glowing room to his right, and there he saw it. A beautiful fountain of sparkling water. He dropped the candle and ran over to it. He dropped to his knees and began to drink eagerly. He drank and drank, but the more he did the more bitter the water began to taste. It tasted oh so wonderful at first. A godsend. It was like the first time he had ever drank anything. As he drank though, he tasted at first bitterness, then sourness, then iron. He looked at his hands and came to the realization that this was not water, but blood. He had been drinking from a fountain of blood. He hurled all over the ground and felt sharp pains in his stomach. He was sicked by this. He could not believe he fell for such a trick. How could he have not realized what it was. Was his mind being played with?
After a time, Midgar stood up and looked around the room. It was pitch black. The candle and the light from the fountain went out. Everywhere he looked was darkness. He began to walk, feeling around with his hands and taking careful and precise steps. He felt a stone wall and began to follow it with his hands. He followed it straight for what seemed like an hour until he saw a light in the distance. Hope sprang up in him and he ran with all his might to try and reach the end. He kept running, and running, and running. The more he ran the more he started to realize that he would never reach the end.
Midgar fell to his hands and knees and broke out into tears. Why was he here? He did not deserve this fate. No one did. What could he have done in his life that he deserved this fate?
All of a sudden a flash of something came to him. A battle. Women and children, and people being slaughtered. Vicious looking men killing every last one of them. He could not have done this could he? Why would he? "I should have stayed back in my cell." Midgar spoke aloud.
The next thing he knew, he was back in his cell in chains again. This time only one candle stood in place, making the place even more dimly lit that before.
"Welcome back." He heard the dark voice say.
To be continued...