Madness.

It destroyed and took over what remained of his life, of himself. His eyes mocked him with the colour of the dark earth. His hair mocked him with the colour of cloud. His magic kept moving, never silent. He was like storm on quite battle field. There was no where to run. So he didn't. And then they left him to die, just like that. In a wasteland of a war that last too long.

He left him to die.

He plead.

There was nobody who could heard him. There was nobody alive anymore to begin with. It was just him. Or was it because there was no air? Someone said that sound couldn't be heard if there was no air. He couldn't breath.

Maybe there was no sound coming out of his mouth. Maybe he just stayed silent. Maybe he was already death.

But he plead, he remembered that. He was sure of it.

There was something in front of his unmoving eye now. Something that he couldn't quite describe. What are you? He wanted to say, but he couldn't. He didn't need to. They already answered his plea.

What did he plead for?

He didn't know.

Why did he plead, then?

He didn't know, don't asked him again.

But, who asked him?

He didn't know. The one infront of him? Maybe? His insanity, maybe? What is that?

Not it. It was them.

Who?

The one that asnwered his plead.

So what happened?

He didn't know.

Was there anything that he know?

He knew something.

What was that?

He knew something when he opened his eyes.

Opened his eye? But his eyes couldn't moved. So was his body. So was the world. How can he opened his eyes when they were already opened? Wait, wasn't one of his eye got crushed last week?

He didn't know.

Ah, here we go again.

You're right.

About what?

Here we go again.

What was that meant?

It's meant that we go back again.

Back where?

Not where. It's when.

When?

Yesterday.

It didn't look like yesterday.

It didn't have to.

Why was that?

Because it was different. He was here to change today.

Who was he?

"Alucard."

Who?

"Really now?"

What?

"Oh gosh. If I know that you easily got drunk from roots wine, I would ban you from it."

"What?"

He finally said. There were two pairs of eyes staring at him.

"Look at what you've done." The girl with big gun said. Or was it bazooka?

"Oh, please." The armored man stood beside her, with shield and broad sword on his person.

"Where are we?"

The girl gave the armored man an accusing look. Layla and Tigreal from Moniyan Empire. What are they doing here? What happened?

"You don't know what happened? Are you really that drunk?"

Apparently Alucard said that out loud.

"A werewolf happened. Now, come on." Tigreal said.

Layla sighed when she offered her hand for him. "Get back up to your feet and let's get this done as fast as we could."

Tigreal turned away from them, feet already stepped along the dirty road. He and Layla trailed behind him. An eerily silent forest ahead of them.

What was this? He was dying. Shouldn't he replayed happy moments instead when he was dying? Or some memories that he regreted in his life? He was dying and he just remembered time when they were going to recruit Roger? Really?

Wait.

He was not dying.

He was alive. With two eyes that saw his two bestfriends, who were still alive too. He looked at his left hand, no fingers of bones, full of flesh. He moved his muscled left hand to his abdomen, not wet, no smell of blood. No blade on his chest. He was standing on his own two feet. One right foot stepped in front of one left foot. He didn't limped. He could breath. He was not dying.

What was that? A dream? Memory? Madness?

A chance. Some voices said. He didn't know where that voices came from.

A chance for what? He thought.

To change today. The voices said. To save tomorrow.

Ah.

He was mad after all.