I drop to my knees in what feels like eternity as the arrow pierces my chest tenderly.

I look around to see everyone still battling away, not giving a care to me, my last moments before I die.

I drop my sword as everything goes numb and cold, the first stages of death.

I look at my chest and watch carefully as blood runs down my cloth armor like a quiet stream.

I fall backwards as I get knocked down by two people carelessly fighting away.

I lay and listen to the screams of pain and the clattering of shields and swords.

In an instant my life flashes before my eyes, reminding me of my happiness that once was.

I can't die like this, lying on the ground waiting for death to come.

I fear it was already too late though.

I muster my strength with one reach left and grab my sword.

I place it on my body, close my eyes, and wait.

I finally drifted to the eternal sleep of death, of which I had been waiting for.

Now I can be with my family of which I had fought for.