• A lone man walked through a dark field with a bloody tarp of clothing on. His breath was heavy as he felt his lungs fill up with blood. Bad-ump, bad-ump. His heart beated as his eyes glossed over. Is this the end? He thought as he fell to the floor coughing. His chest felt like it had the weight of the world slammed on it. Rain started falling as he watched the field around him. The next town was only a couple hundred yards east but he was to weak to even cry out for help. Why did something like this have to happen? He thought. His mind was racing with questions that could not be answered without asking the gods. His hand still clung to a sword as if it was his life line. Bad-ump… bad-ump. His heart beat slowed as he breathed his final breath and with one final smile of acceptance he dropped his sword…