You lift my spirit, take me higher, make me fly,
Touch the moon up in the sky, when you are mine
You lift me higher, take my spirit, make it fly,
Where all new wonders will appear…
-Poets of the Fall, Lift
-Prologue-
A Wish of Death
It was getting harder to breath…he knew, he felt it. Death was imminent. No matter how much he crawled through the aching sands, no matter how much he bandaged the wound, death was looming above him. It wanted him gone…as those others that had dared come to the desert to seek their deaths…
It wasn't fair…wishing to die was not what he wanted…but fate was merciless, and if his fate was to die in the sands, so be it, but he wouldn't go down so easily. He couldn't. He had to stay alive for just…for just…a moment…he…he had to live! But he felt his muscles grow heavy, his eyes closing slowly, and his strength ebbing away….but…no…he just couldn't.
"Jus-just…let me…live...I…I can't…d-die…yet," he whispered to the desert winds, which could care less about his coming death. "…no…I…I….I…want…to live…" But he couldn't live on…his breathing slowed down…his hands and feet stopped listening…and his eyes…his blue eyes began to close. He barely managed to stretch his arm for just a moment, wanting to reach the fading sun…but it only lasted a second before his arm fell down and his breathing ceased….his blue eyes forever hidden from the sun and moon, as death took him away.