My heavy feet thundered though the tall grass. My right hand over a gasping side wound. I had dropped my sword somewhere in these grasslands thwt were littered with dead bodies. I could barly see my white breath out of my one blurry eye, the other one clamped shut due to the long cut across it. My legs fave out and i slipped on the iced grass. I had unfortunately fallen on my wounded side, i groan trying to get up and walk again but i couldn’t move. My right hand still clenched to my bloody side was now smashed between the cold ground and my warm body. My left hand was reached out in a fist. With my last bit of strength left I scramed out for help, but i knew it was hopeless. There was no one left. My powers were long gone along with my family. This was the war. And this was my last breath. I took one more shallow breath before my left hand unfolded from its clenched state and i rested my eye once more. The last time.