Fear; Its an emotion I vaguely remember from being a child.
 I was taught early on that fear was a normal part of life, and forceably  taught to accept whatever was happening that was causing it. More then accepting it, I was taught not to run from it… They ensured what happened if I tried was worse.
I accepted fear quickly; as a near every day occurrence frequently accompanied with pains both physical and from unknown sources.  After a few years the fear was gone. I haven’t been afraid of anything since, because there has been no cause for it.

Until now.

I don’t understand it; the dogs were not a problem. His strength was not a problem. So what was it about him? Despite all the fear I’ve known, I wanted to run- to get far away… so I reached into the darkness, that abyss I’ve long pushed the pain and injuries into, the nothingness that lingers in the corner of my mind and let it soak over me. I hate it- the feeling it brings, but I used it as a weapon when the others were in danger, and I’ll use it to escape this mans grasp as well.  
If the others can run fast enough and they… they are not afraid?

Did I miss something? Do they know something I do not? They stand boldly against this man and they… are protecting me?

Despite their tender flesh they stand against this man and his dogs; they gaze upon him without fear and refuse his demand to take me from them.
And… they protect me. They put themselves between me and the stranger. They plan on my escape to meet his terms, putting themselves in danger.

And they’re doing this— for me?

I follow their request and actions; I know they can do special things, but between the strange fear of this man and concern they may get hurt protecting me I don’t fully understand their plan.  It turned out to be a good one and kept me out of his reach till the rise of the sun, but I could only wonder what was going on with the others who call me a friend.

We flew a long way, far above the land; I never knew the world was so vast. I became confident that there was no way that we could be caught.

I was wrong.

Something in the air caught us and pulled us faster then we were moving, then we were moving in a different way and a stranger kept appearing in front of us. Turns out he is on our side and helped protect the others. 
He took us back home, and I was informed of what happened in our absence.
These people who call me a friend, who put them self in danger to protect me,  were in more danger then I was.  All I did was run, and these two men proved that running is pointless— just like when I was young.

 But now, if I do the wrong thing, others may be hurt because of me. I asked them all how they do things, and I dont really understand it, but it seems everything that exists in this world has a presence of one kind or another, and people who can see these things can use it in special ways. 
I can’t see these things so I have no way to use them… but if others are using them on me, and that’s putting my friends in danger… 
then… 

Then I shall remove myself from this world. 
I will  live outside it. I will exist in that nothingness I long hated, I will turn it into a shield and use it to protect those who protected me. Through that nothingness I will ensure  the life of those I care for continues in this world.