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Present Day

Marlina struggled to get up, and through a haze of pain she saw the empty face of Herobrine.

She opened her mouth, intending to scream, and then closed it, collapsing weakly on the ground.

She looked at the sky, though to look at it was not her own choice. She was not strong to look elsewhere.

Was it raining?

Moisture clouded the edges of her vision, framing her enemy in a veil of water, as if he were glowing.

But the sky was still a clear blue, the clear blue of the eyes of a child feigning innocence.

So where was the water coming from?

A tear rolled down her cheek, betraying the fear and pain she was feeling, the emotion, the realization, the very idea of finality.

The very idea of death.

"Ani...Nell.."

A call to friends she knew weren't there.

She closed her eyes and braced herself, determined not to make a sound when the life exited her body.

A last act of defiance.

Of independance.

Of freedom.