Gazing up towards the sun, the bearded man covered in blood and cut marks hovers the blade over my chest, ready to pierce.
I close my eyes, reflecting on my life and the events that led to this moment.
Failure after failure, losing those I love, and I can't even defend myself. What would Sean think of me now?
What's the point in me dying here, and will the ghost lady mock me more if I go back to her so soon?
Will I ever see her again? I think to myself, slowly accepting my fate and having my life slowly flash before my eyes. I came to a thought many months ago.
"Father, why are you using a lightning fighting stance if you focus on earth-type magic?"
"You will understand one day, and I will teach you when I get back."
"Every fighting style has its compliments."
Thinking harder about this, I also remember Father had been a high-ranking member in the military before his dispute with the 1st Lord and decided to settle down out here.
