I was on the ground, my vision growing blurry. Minoe stood above me, holding onto his trident angrilly, watching as my blood dripped off of it. I looked up into the sky to see the flourescent lighting of the sun. Nothing was red, it was all white. I looked to my side to see Porter running towards me. He was dead, I knew that, but he was running to me, meeting up with my soul. I looked at him wearily, holding out my hand. He knelt down next to me, staring at my large wound.
"What did he do- to- yo-u...?"
I heard him say faintly. I grabbed onto his middle finger and flicked it up,
"Porter, I..."
Blood spilled from my lungs,
"I can see the light..."
He looked at me in utter shock, his jaw dropping,
"No- no- no- ! That's no-t a go-o-d think, Latulo-! Do- yo-u kno-w what that means?!"
He cried, looking into my eyes. I let a smile crawl onto my lips, and let my fate slip away. This was the end. Minoe finally got what he wanted. And I got my wish. To see Porter again.
