Heroes of Self I am the antithesis of what is known as a noble death. Soon to be forgotten among countless faces behind helmets. Not even the people I’ve fought for will remember me. Only honor my memory with a few quick words of prayer in the mass funeral. Not that it matters to me any. Whether I live or die is just a matter of who will drive a sword into my chest.Heroes of Self21 hours ago in Drama
To be quite honest, I don’t know how I’m dying. I think there’s a hole in my chest, but I might be wrong. My body went numb before the thrill of battle wore off. You could tell me that I was a decapitated head if it weren’t for the fact that I can see a bit of my body in my view. I’m sure that it isn’t something too exciting, but it’s worth a look.
As I look over the field of bodies, I find a rock that's not too far from me that would be a perfect place for me to lay. With the remainder of my strength, I pull and drag my body towards the roc