I lay bored on the couch as my parents and sister go out to Christmas shop. Mine was all done and wrapped. Don't know why they had to go so late. I look at the TV as my favorite anime plays on DVD; Cowboy Bebop. I've almost seen this about twenty times over already. The last episode. Guy holds girl. Guy taunts at protagonist. Guy gets what coming to him. Favorite episode and a sad end to this great masterpiece, but I want to experience something. Something exciting.
I feel a tug on my shirt. A man in green armor shrugs at me. Aggressive, angry and bloodthirsty, he wanted me to feed him. I've fed him too many times. I said no and he walked away angry, slamming each foot on the floor.
Another disturbance, but this time it was a gentle tap. "C'mon, Guardian," he says as his red, robotic eyes glow. I saw him in me, but, like always, I saw nothing to do with me. "I finished all your quests, my friend," I politely say to him as he nods and beams to his ship.
What was there to do? I couldn't find anything. I yet again find another tug on my shoulder. A man under his hood and a mask on his face shows me a new adventure I could take. He held his arm out as I saw a strange mark on it. I sensed something strange, but I wanted to know what was strange about it. He spoke no words and had nothing important to say. "Are you for me?" I said as he nodded in response. "This would my second time being you." He pulled off his mask and pulled down his hood to reveal an old face which has seen it all.
"I know," he quietly whispered. A second time on in the rain I thought. A new adventure was to be revealed on his face. But I don't remember being with him on his adventures. He wasn't present, just a girl named Emily was by my side. "Shall I remember the old days," I said, "or should I come to a new adventure with you, old friend?" He looked at me with the same face; quiet and serious.
"It's your choice," with so little to say, he walked outside. I followed as I walked into a graveyard. Tombstones cover the fields. Gloomy, but, at the same time, peaceful. I walked farther as my friend disappears into a thick fog rolling in. I ran towards him to not lose the sight of him. The fog rolled over as the friend was nowhere to be found. Names on the tombstones began to sound familiar. Crash Bandicoot, Joel, Noble 6, names I remember too well. I walked past each one, each one with different designs. A box was Crash's tomb. Joel's was of him and his angel. His said Guarding His Angel. I looked around as I saw all my heroes. All of those who I experienced everything with.
I walked farther, admiring the stones and the ones under them. I looked ahead of me. A tombstone along with two others, but this one caught my eye. A crow atop of it, it was a bust of my friend. Serious face, but young, his stones eyes looked into my soul. Beside him was two others: a bust of helmet-horned warrior and Wastelander. On their tombs was written, "Each Man is the Bard of his Own Experience' - Cormac McCatrhy." I knelt on the dirt floor as I watched the stone busts. Their names weren't written, but their story-told names were engraved on the stone, "The Lone Wanderer, The Dovahkiin, and The Dishonored."