The world this comes from is tolkiens, I don't own it, I only own the name Ilia.
This could be almost anyone, anytime, anywhere so its up to your imagination.
He saw the sword coming, but before he could react, the blade buried itself in his chest. Looking at the blood now soaking his tunic, the noise of the battle faded to a murmur and the world started to darken.
Memories chased themselves through his mind; playing chase in the meadow with his friends as a child, drinking in a tavern with his brothers, the first time he kissed Ilia, and learning that they were expecting their first child.
His last thought was that he would never know his child, before he hit the ground, dead.
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