She couldn't stop herself from smiling.

They had made it. The Grimm were dead and everyone was alright. Injured, but alive. They'd all survive...

But she wouldn't.

She had known this shortly before she killed the last of them herself. How? The hole in the right side of her chest, puncturing her lung in the process attested to that fact. After the brief pain from the Alpha Beowolf stabbing her as she killed an Ursa passed, she couldn't feel anything.

She knew then and there, her chances were slim. But they were still fighting. Her friends... no... her family, we're still fighting.

Yang, her older sister, using Ember Celica to push back a Boarbatusk while killing another Beowolf. Her eyes were glowing red and fire was blazing all around her... but she knew that Yang was tired. Her reflexes had slowed and even she, with all her strength was struggling to push the Boarbatusk away. The gashes on her arms and legs didn't help either. It was only a matter of time.

Weiss, her partner and best friend, was using Myrtenaster with some blue dust, aided by her Semblance to send a spear of ice through the air at the Nevermore that had joined the fight about half way through. Even at this distance, she knew the heiress wouldn't last much longer. The amount of her Aura she had used for her dust spells on top of her Semblance was massive. The blood flowing from the wound on her head when she had been thrown across the clearing into a tree was also apparent, her shoulder stained red. That she was fighting at all was astonishing, or it would be if they had time to focus on it. But even with all her willpower, she couldn't last much longer.

And finally Blake, her last teammate, her sister's partner, but more importantly, the woman she fell in love with. They had gotten together about midway into their second year at Beacon. Though they rarely did anything too intimate, they had. They trusted each other with all their hearts. It had been her that Blake had decided to reveal her Faunus heritage and later her history with the White Fang to first, because if she didn't accept her, then there was little hope for the others. But her fears had been unfounded, for the first thing she had done was capture her lips to stop her out of character nervous rambling, saying that, "Of course it changes things. It allows me to love even more of you than I could before." That night was the first night they had spent together, not just in the same bed, but truly together, heart, mind, body, and soul. She knew then that if she could save Blake's life, almost no matter the cost, even her own life, she would.

Now, with Blake throwing one end Gamboul Shroud at one Beowolf while using the other to slash a different one to her side, blood staining the stomach of her clothes red, she had a feeling that the time to lay down her life for her love was at hand. But, she wouldn't just save her, she'd save her friend and sister as well.

Under normal circumstances, she couldn't do this. Her Semblance was more than just the speed that most others saw. To her, time around her would slow down while she herself seemed unaffected. How much it would slow depended on how much she wanted it to. The only drawback was the strain it put on her entire body. The more she slowed time down, and the longer she stayed in that state, the larger the consequence. She had only done this to the point of stopping time once and that was only for what, to her was a few seconds. The strain built up quickly and she could hardly feel her limbs, had a sharp pain in her chest, and a massive headache for the following hour and a half.

But now, she knew that even though she should be feeling enough pain to cause her to scream in intense agony, she couldn't feel anything at all. So, knowing that her chances were beyond slim already with the difficulty she was having breathing and the blood that she had lost, she pushed her Semblance to the limit, and everything around her froze.

To her, for the next two minutes, she ran at the remaining Grimm, slicing them all in half with her other sweetheart, Crescent Rose. Once she had finished, she stumbled over to the closest tree, then looked again at the dead, yet standing Grimm, and finally to her team and family. She took another few seconds to look at the scene knowing she wouldn't last much longer, before finally releasing her control over her Semblance. In an instant, everything began moving again, her team lashing out at the Grimm only for them to split in a slight shower of blood before dissipating.

She watched as they grew confused expressions on their faces before finally taking a look around and relaxing as they saw all the Grimm were dead. The expression stayed though as they still didn't know what had happened. It wasn't until they saw their leader, sitting at the base of a tree smiling. They returned the smile before moving towards her. It was only as they got closer that they realized her condition, the tired beyond exhausted look in her dulling silver eyes, blood practically pouring out of her chest, as well as the bit dripping from both sides of her mouth, and the numerous cuts on her body, that they ran towards her screaming her name.

So, what did you think? I've always appreciated the feels that come from stories like this, that involve main character death. So after reading a few, I decided to try and write one myself. Personally, Ithink it's okay, but not necessarily great. Oh, I also have a slight idea to expand this for maybe another chapter or two but that depends on how well this one is recieved. Well at any rate, please let me know what you think.

Fixed some spelling/grammar issues. If you see anything else that you feel needs to be fixed, let me know.

Sincerely,

Branonymous