I looked at the rickety old bridge that led to my home.

Its no longer our home, I reminded myself.

The bridge had seen better days, with only travelers and messengers using it. But it was still the only way in and out.

I made my way across. It took me a while, but before I could truly regret what I was about to do, I had made it over.

I met my partner in crime, Misha when I made it over. She swooped down, landing on my shoulder, her crimsom tail shining in the sun.

I turned and faced my old home, the only place I had ever known. As I turned towards the horizon and unknown land, I unsheathed my sword, took a long swipe and the bridge. I had severed my life. I hoped for the better.