To my great shame I must admit that we ate daffodils and grass. Like cattle. To be capable of such was a thing to be hidden. Yet it was that or starve. How I worried I might start liking it too much. Day after day. We could kill nothing the creatures easily outran us. Or quickly flew away.

A single day would be one thing. But this continued on for weeks. Till I feared to look upon my visage in the still waters of the occasional pond or small lake we would pass.

You must understand that I did not wish to become complacent. That was the great enemy. Complacent and happy in dystopia. Never. So then we finally sat outside the castle walls and I dumbly cut my arms, feeling nothing much. I tried to remember the evil god and it seemed funny. I tried to remember the dying and it was a sweet melancholy.

I wandered over to Zander, the only one who continued forth across plain. "I think we're in a trouble."
"We need meat perhaps?"
I could barely take in the thought. But yes, that must be it! We remember how to make a trap and did so and captured a creature. Killing was horrible and awkward. Eating worse. Then we laid there in a vague disquiet. Slowly into a sleep filled with dark visions, and awaking with our purpose renewed. I was I once again. The dark lord would pay, no pain, no anything would stop my revenge. Fiercely proud we strode forth to the beginning of the castle defenses.