The End

by DisregardingJinx

I wasn't ready to die. I still had so much to do; that I could do. But I wasn't living in my time, I was living in theirs.

It wasn't until I felt the arrow pierce my side that I full felt the gravity of my situation. I wasn't ready to die. I still had so much to do; that I could do. But I wasn't living in my time, I was living in theirs, and they thought it was time for me to go. So I guess I am.

I see my Disciple. She looks so lost. And sad. I want to say something to her. Anything to help her. I know I can't. If I tried it would only show her the true pain I was feeling. I couldn't do that. I had to be strong.

Piisonic is there next to her, utter horror and confusion clear on his face. I feel so helpless. Knowing that there is nothing I can do to help them.

My head is starting to feel heavy. Every second breathing becomes harder to do. I can hear the high bloods laughing at me. Sneering at me. I fear for my followers. What is going to happen to them?

And suddenly, I can't hear them anymore. I can't hear anything. It's getting colder. I feel like I'm underwater almost.

I see The Dolorosa, my mother. I'm sorry. You warned me about the dangers of the world. You knew, and I didn't listen. Now I have put you through this.

My vision is becoming like a tunnel. A tunnel that I am leaving the entrance to. I can't see anything. I can't hear anything. I can't feel anything. It is over now. For me. My journey has come to an end.

I can't help but think, that it ended before it truly began.