I feel my life slip through my fingers, and another arrow pierces my leg. With my good arm, I try to shield my heart, but the man has already took aim. I sigh and briefly feel pain, before it's all over. I stumble, but I can't regain my balance. I lay there, staring at the night sky. I breath my last, and open my eyes in time to see my dying breath, dark as smoke, rise into the stars. A new, brighter star is being born. I realize that's how all the stars came to be, how the righteous could resurrect to stars,how the evil would become dark , I cannot see my dying breath no longer, and I take my life long que: I close my eyes, and it is my time for me to rest.