Prologue
Written by Jessi Maxwell - send C&C to Megami_no_Remon@hotmail.com
Lost. I'm lost.
How can I ever get back?
I know I must be in terrible shape, terrible, terrible shape. I remember fighting OZ, my Deathscythe slicing their suits left and right, the explosions as the enemy fell one by one, as always.
But I had never expected what had happened. Out of nowhere, a mobile suit totally unlike anything flew up from beneath me. It grappled with me. I went to destroy it, and suddenly everything fried. Deathscythe was caught between the massive pincers of this suit. I tried to pry it off, but it was strong, stronger than my Gundam.
All I remember next is the crackling of electricity, and then an explosion as the circuitry in my viewscreen exploded. I remember screaming, clutching my eyes, clawing at them as the flash burned away the liquid and rendered me blind.
I can't see.
I'm lost.
How can I ever get back?
I don't know what happened next. Tears, tears of water or blood, I know not which, burning, agonizing tears dripped from my eyelids. I felt a huge concussion of air, and from the singed feeling, I knew that my Shinigami had exploded. I went into a freefall, and I landed with a crunch on the ground. I know I hurt myself badly. But how can I check my wounds or find my way home?
I can't see.
I'm lost.
How can I ever get back?