Hmm... well this is just a thought I had, and maybe its not that good so I would appreciate any comments. All in all just tell me if I should continue the story okay? Alright then...
I do not own Sailor Moon, I'm just borrowing the storyline and I'll be sure to give it back with minimal damage.
There was no pain at that moment. The only thing I felt was the cold metal sliding through my stomach. My warmth being invaded by the cold metal and the feeling it left not pain but more of a numbness, over in less than a second. Then the pain came as the sword was twisted. The pain spread like wildfire through my body, it coursed through my arms and legs making them weak. My legs fell out from under me and my body slid from the blade ripping out parts of my intestines with it. I fell down in sort of slow motion and I almost thought that I had been outside my body watching it fall to the ground but I wasn't the pain was still there. As my body met the stone floor my head landed with a sickening thud. I could feel that my shirt was already saturated with blood, I saw the others running towards me thinking that they could help me but I knew it was in vain, their fight for my life was over before it even began. The pain was leaving me again and my eyes were clouding over I could hear them yelling at me to not give up and to just hold on a little longer. Why should I though? It would just go back to the way it was before. To when I was ignored because of my being a coward. We all die someday and today I am going to die, a hero, I've accepted that I will. They can't hear me I know but I will try to speak.
"Please just let me go…I'm too weak. Goodbye my friends."
"No don't give up we are almost there you can't die now you just can't."
It's funny now that I think about it. I had expected so much more from death. I had expected that my life would flash before my eyes. That I would know why everything was the way it was. But I thought wrong. Here there is only darkness and mist. Maybe I am not dead. But that would be improbable. I watched as they laid my body in the Hall of Crystals next to all of the other knights. The worst thing about being the last to die is that you have to watch as everyone else dies. When I was still alive I waited for death to come and take me. I wanted to see them again, not just their bodies but them. So I practically begged death to take me and he did. Oh but it is so ironic. The others were reborn. I watch them every day, maybe to ease the pain in my heart, but also maybe so I don't feel as guilty for turning against them. I want to be awake to live again. I want a second chance but once again Serenity forgot about me. It hurts to know that even though you serve someone your entire life they still forget that you ever existed. Maybe it's for the best though. I would never have served her daughter I wouldn't be able to trust her with my life. She was too klutzy, too air-headed, So unlike her mother. Exhaustion is pulling at me and I feel an unavoidable urge to fall asleep. But I don't need to sleep I haven't needed to for over 1000 years. A light has surrounded me but I am too tired to care what it is. Even in my moment of complete exhaustion I know what is happening to me. So much for being omnipotent and invincible, goodbye darkness I hope we never meet again, hello land of the living.
I do not own Sailor Moon, I'm just borrowing the storyline and I'll be sure to give it back with minimal damage.
There was no pain at that moment. The only thing I felt was the cold metal sliding through my stomach. My warmth being invaded by the cold metal and the feeling it left not pain but more of a numbness, over in less than a second. Then the pain came as the sword was twisted. The pain spread like wildfire through my body, it coursed through my arms and legs making them weak. My legs fell out from under me and my body slid from the blade ripping out parts of my intestines with it. I fell down in sort of slow motion and I almost thought that I had been outside my body watching it fall to the ground but I wasn't the pain was still there. As my body met the stone floor my head landed with a sickening thud. I could feel that my shirt was already saturated with blood, I saw the others running towards me thinking that they could help me but I knew it was in vain, their fight for my life was over before it even began. The pain was leaving me again and my eyes were clouding over I could hear them yelling at me to not give up and to just hold on a little longer. Why should I though? It would just go back to the way it was before. To when I was ignored because of my being a coward. We all die someday and today I am going to die, a hero, I've accepted that I will. They can't hear me I know but I will try to speak.
"Please just let me go…I'm too weak. Goodbye my friends."
"No don't give up we are almost there you can't die now you just can't."
It's funny now that I think about it. I had expected so much more from death. I had expected that my life would flash before my eyes. That I would know why everything was the way it was. But I thought wrong. Here there is only darkness and mist. Maybe I am not dead. But that would be improbable. I watched as they laid my body in the Hall of Crystals next to all of the other knights. The worst thing about being the last to die is that you have to watch as everyone else dies. When I was still alive I waited for death to come and take me. I wanted to see them again, not just their bodies but them. So I practically begged death to take me and he did. Oh but it is so ironic. The others were reborn. I watch them every day, maybe to ease the pain in my heart, but also maybe so I don't feel as guilty for turning against them. I want to be awake to live again. I want a second chance but once again Serenity forgot about me. It hurts to know that even though you serve someone your entire life they still forget that you ever existed. Maybe it's for the best though. I would never have served her daughter I wouldn't be able to trust her with my life. She was too klutzy, too air-headed, So unlike her mother. Exhaustion is pulling at me and I feel an unavoidable urge to fall asleep. But I don't need to sleep I haven't needed to for over 1000 years. A light has surrounded me but I am too tired to care what it is. Even in my moment of complete exhaustion I know what is happening to me. So much for being omnipotent and invincible, goodbye darkness I hope we never meet again, hello land of the living.