There was blood everywhere as I walked alone in the cold dark dungeon. Although I knew the injury was fatal, I didn't want to admit it. I was never afraid of death and if I was I would have never joined the army but now as death is almost upon me my mind could do nothing but quiver in fear. If only I wasn't alone. If only there was someone... anyone who I could pass on the message to.

I wasn't alone the entire time though, in fact I was leading a whole team of 20 of the strongest and fearless soldiers in the country. However, I chose to sacrifice everyone but me for the mere hope of making out alive and passing on the message. The message engraved on the wall with blue blood. Just thinking about it gave me chills.

Having no more energy nor any will I sat down leaning against the wall. I lost count of time as I started drifting in my thoughts. Even if I made it out alive I would most likely be killed or punished for treason when they find out I had sacrificed 20 of the royal army soldiers. I never regretted that decision. Obviously the message had much more importance than the lives of 20 soldiers. My mind soon became blank as my legs started feeling numb. I didn't have much time before dying from excess blood loss.

They say that after death, the brain stays active for about 7 minutes where it replays your whole life in slow-motion making it feel like living your whole life again. Man I sure hoped that was true though obviously no one could ever confirm it cause you had to die to experience that. As my hands became blue from excess cold I started to regret. Regret the decisions I had made which bought me here after all I was still young and had a whole life ahead of me.

Not being able to take the pain of slowly dying and rot away anymore I took my sword. The dirty green sword glimmered in the dark bringing many memories. Taking my sword I did what only a mad man would do. I stabbed myself in the heart. Immediately I felt agonising pain spread across my chest though it didn't last long as I fell down and slowly started loosing consciousness. The last thing I could remember before passing out was the face of Latrell. Her sweet and warm smile bought some peace to my soul as I lost consciousness