Helia ran through streets of Magix. He had to meet up with Timmy and Brandon. Hot tears burned his face but he couldn't stop and mourn the loss of another friend. The problem was that he couldn't run much longer. His lungs ached for air, his body was exhausted, his mind was numb. The bullets sang around him. Bullets? Helia was pacifist in soul, but even as he learned how to fight, he didn't like guns, he thought that sword was the only way to fight with nobillity. Not that these guys care about it. Suddenly a sharp, hot pain went through his leg. Helia crmbled to the floor. 'No... it can't be the end' he tried to move. What would Riven do? He would countinue to run even if he had bulets in both legs. No, he would turn around and kill those bastards even if he had his heart ripped out of his chest. Another tear fel down. Helia couldn't do that. He tried to get on his knees, when a foot steps came close. A black leather boot placed it's heel on his hand, crushing it's ankle. Helia winced in pain. He turned and saw a barrel of gun getting closer and closer "No... it's not fair" he felt cold metal on his sweaty forehead "Cheaters" he wispered. Then he knew no more.