As the blood fell from his open wound the distressed boy let his mind drift. First he thought of home. Of the fine sand that covered his feet as he walked, the palm trees that provided shade from the roaring sun. His small cave where he had revealed the truth to his friends.

Then his thoughts fell upon those he cared for, the people he gave his life for. His childhood friends. They were probably ready to bury him before he even left.

" I can't think that way" he whispered to himself.

His last thoughts should be of happiness and the security he gave all worlds in his adventures. His light dimmed and his breath became shallow and laboured. Death was coming.

"Kiari."

"No. This can't be it. This isn't the end."

(This is just a small chapter to start off with. If anyone liked it please review. I might continue this story.)

Constructive Criticism appreciated.