Drenched in the sweat and blood that stuck to his body, he took a step forward. Hand gripping onto the sword as if it was his lifeline. In a way it was, it was his tool to survive. In this world you fight to live, the weak will fall and the strong will stand tall.

In a flash he dropped his weapon, falling to his knees, eyes bulging wide.
"TAKE IT!" His voice rang out in the silence. If you looked around you would find no one for miles. So why curse the air, for it has done nothing. Why curse the ground that he walked on for it has done nothing, but show him the path? What was he doing? His sanity must have been fading. Then out of thin air a booming voice answered his call.

"What is there for me to take? I see nothing, but a pathetic man regretting his choice to live. What should I take when I see nothing of value. I gave you the choice to live, you took it and in the process took another. For you to live others must die. Your death was certain, yet I brought you back so you could live." The voice hard and cold.

"Please I dont want this power!! Take it back!" The man cried out. "This is not life this is death! I do not wish for this any longer let me die!" Hot tears streaming down his pale cheeks.

"As you wish." the voice replied. In an instant the mans body fell to the earth. A flame of orange, red, and blue engulfed the body, fully overtaking it. When nothing was left the fire ceased the ashes were blown away, by a single wind and all was silent once more.


END