A/N: I'll put the author's note here so you can have the full impact at the end. Just to clarify, this is a fic based on one of my chacacters from the MMORPG World Of Warcraft, and is the stroy that at some point formed in my head as I played on her. Should this get any veiws at all, I'll continue it and give more info in chapter one. This is sort of a preface. Please enjoy, and thank you.
P.S. I was listening to 'Invincible' and then 'The Temple of the Moon' from the WoW soundtrack as I wrote; I recommend it.

I suppose I'd never given much thought as to how I would die. It wasn't so much that I was so focused on living life to the fullest or some such that I ignored that being known as "death", as the "end".
No, it was more so that the presence of "death" was always so close, so tangible, that it became something that you're so used to that it fades, becomes a part of the backdrop. "Death" just had so many possibilities in our world. If I stop for a moment, just one, and think 'How may I die?', then a hundred options would flit through my mind in that small space of time.

I could be killed by one of the millions of proud beasts that roamed the land, ripped and torn and sundered by their fangs, beaks, or claws. I could be razed by dragon's breath, burnt to ashes in demonic fire. I could be broken by some giant's fist, crushed like an ant under some machine's heel. I could be lost to the elementals' might, or snared in the simplest of a humanoid's trap. I could die of an arrow in my back; a well-placed axe-swing that took my head; a poisoned dagger in the ribs; a burning spell from on high to sear my soul; after all, we can kill each other too.

There are more pathetic ways of course; drowning, falling from great heights, attempting to defeat some being so much stronger than you it's beyond foolish.

In general however, the greatest harbinger of oblivion is that thing that is born of truth's own "death". That thing that has been carved into our land by blood and bones, ashes and tears, screams and spell-work. That thing which can be called neither good nor evil, from which is drawn both pain and triumph. That thing which pulls at the hearts and minds of all, beckoning them, forcing them, to acknowledge it, to know it. Become it.

That is our world.

A World…Of War.

And in war, people die. There, on some battlefield, one of so many naming it would be pointless, I could die a nameless death, end up a nameless corpse, an unknown "comrade" that died in "service".
I could die suddenly, overwhelmed by sheer force of numbers, or I could die slowly, in a cruelly even duel in which the other was victor. I could die even after the fight was won, bleeding out on that sanguine ground, writhing in mortal agony from some dark curse, feeling some poison sap my strength.

So, so many ways for it to end. And all these in just that moment. So why then, would I ever think of 'How?' of 'When?' or 'Where?' or even 'Why?'. It would be so pointless; I don't need to know. I don't want to know. I don't care. It's that simple. Indifference. That is my answer.

Thinking on how I would die…Thinking of the "end"…That would leave no room for the "beginning". Both are so vast, I don't think I can ponder each. So I'll chose one, the one that's much more of a risk, much more evanescent. An "ending" is definite, unavoidable, inescapable. It is the "beginning" that must be sought after, that is with such great difficulty obtained. I must choose to risk, because the greatest risk there is in this life is to risk nothing.

Still…looking back, I really never did, in the collection of all those moments, wonder if this was how I'd perish. In all honesty, I'm not indifferent anymore. I can think that this is a good death, a good way to "end", even though it means sacrificing all those precious "beginnings" I'd been able to grasp in my life.

Well, no, that's not right. Those "beginnings" will not die with me. They will continue to be, because they are strong, because they must. It is only that person, that being, that entity known as "me" that is departing.

…The worst part is, that for those very reasons, because of that indifference I've lost, this hurts.
I don't want to die, to end. I want to live. I want, with every iota of "me", to be by his side. To stand up and be their leader. To call out and be someone.

I truly…want to stay.

But it's in his place that I'm going, so despite this pain, I'll go freely. I'll lie, and say 'It's okay, you can let me.'

So I'll go now…

Goodbye everyone.

…Goodbye…Saber.

I'll miss you.