My skin stung in the cold wind. All of my nerves were exposed making my sense of touch significantly stronger. The coarse dirt beneath my feet felt like knives.
If only I had been stronger, I could have escaped this dragon. It shouldn't have been like this.
Why is it me? Why do I have to suffer?
I can feel my life coming to an end. My life begins to flash before my eyes.
I had always wanted to be a hero. A chivalrous hero. I admired those characters that would sacrifice themselves for justice. Punishing evil was my dream.
I trained so hard to achieve that dream.
I swung my sword until I my hands bled.
I trained day and night.
But I still couldn't make up for the overwhelming gap of talent. What took me
hours or even days to achieve took others a couple minutes.
I was so pathetic. I tried so hard but I was destined to crawl on the ground like a worm. I'd live and die like a bug.
I envied them so much. I envied the talented so much.
Why were they talented and not me?
I prayed to god that I would be talented too. I prayed and prayed but god is cruel and uncaring. He must have looked at trash like me with disdain like everyone else.
I can feel it even now.
His cold eyes looking down on me.
Those condescending eyes just like everyone else.
I wanna show them.
I don't wanna be a bug anymore.
With that thought, the life begins to leave my body. The cold touch of death embraces my charred body. I hope in my next life I live a better life.