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.