I looked around me. I was walled in. I cursed myself for being so careless. Now I was a goner. No chance of survival for me anymore. I bleed from several painful wounds.
As the wall of men closed in on me, I made one more desperate attempt to escape. I slashed with the blade of my saber, cutting down anyone who dared get too close to me.
I gulped big lungfuls of air as I plundered through the crowd. Probably the last I would take.
A hand grabbed my shoulder, I slashed without looking. An arrow whized by my head, my enemy hitting their ally. As I made my way through the mass of people, I heard orders of attack.
I braced myself for the attack that would come. I closed my eyes, regrets popped into my mind. So this was it. After all I've done, this was the end to the revolt.
I opened my eyes and turned to face the incoming army. I was only one man, but I had a dream. A place free of this cruelty.
I failed like the others before me did. Everyone failed. That was the lesson the ruling government said. Listen to us or die trying not to.
I stopped hearing the pound of the feet of the army. I didn't feel the multiple wounds that covered my body. I stood watching the army descended on me.
Once again they surrounded me. I looked around. I was walled in, again. A man came forward, his knife out. I didn't feel him grab me and wrestle me to the ground. The man forced me to my knees.
A pair of feet came forward. I looked up and gasped in horror. The man I trusted so much, the man I depended on walked towards me.
His faced was covered by a mask, but I knew his eyes too well. He drew his saber, pressing the cold metal against my throat.
"J...Jake!" I cried out in a strangled whisper. The saber pressed harder, drawing blood.
"Goodbye my dear Rascal," he replied under his breath. I watched his golden eyes. They showed no hint of emotion.
"I was wrong about you," I said in a barely loud enough whisper. "You are a servant of evil." I watched for a reaction. Nothing but maybe a little flicker of anger.
The last thing I saw in this world was Jake's gleaming silver eyes as he struck me in the back with his saber.