Flicker of Light.
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There was no good left in the world. Kan'Rin was a prime example of that. He had killed hundreds, cheated, stole, raped... and now he was going to die. He had been being hunted by the Alliance for his crimes, and they had finally caught up with him. He had lost.

Of course it was the Alliance, why would he do what he did to the people he was allied with? Why do it to the Horde? Kill a man in a time of war, and you are considered a hero; kill that same man in a time of peace, and you are a murderer. But since there was never a prolonged time of peace, all was fair in their time of war, and Kan'Rin knew that.

So now, as he lay bleeding in the middle of the woods, too exhausted to even think about moving, and probably quite close to death, Kan'Rin found himself talking to the Spirits; as if they even wanted him any more, he thought idly. For years, he had been thinking about just stopping what he did. Stopping the death, the crime, the pain he caused; to start over, live a normal life. A second chance. But no. Once in, it was close to impossible to claw back out of the dark pit that had been dug for you. No, the Spirits would never give a person like him a second chance; just look at how much he screwed up the first one. The thought made him faintly smirk at his own idiocy, as visions of his crimes flashed though his sight.

"I deserve this." He murmured to the surrounding trees, as his vision faded and went black.

Kan'Rin heard a vague excuse for a voice near him, the sound muffled like the voice's owner was talking from the inside of a cocoon, or maybe he was in the cocoon... whatever. The point was he heard a voice. He listened for a while and it slowly became clearer. It was female, but he couldn't understand what she was saying.


His body felt numb and heavy; the alien feeling of weakness draped itself over him like a thick blanket. Despite this, it felt that he was laying on something that, compared to what he was used to, was quite comfortable; his wounds being cleaned and taken care of.

Kan'Rin would have fought back, if he was able, when his mouth was pulled open and something that tasted of carrots was poured in. His mouth was closed, his nose was pinched, and the liquid went down his throat. He almost immediately felt a little bit better, stronger, and very relaxed.

After the rest of his wounds were tended to, Kan'Rin felt a blanket being pulled over him, and heard the sounds of somebody cleaning up, then padding away.


Seeing that human girl, not as just another enemy, but as a small flicker of light in a world of darkness, it made him think that maybe, just maybe, there was still a little bit of good left in this decrepit, war-torn world. He knew he didn't deserve one, not in a million years; but perhaps the Spirits, in a moment of generosity, had given him jolt, to see that maybe even a person like him could work toward a second chance.

Fin.