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As you stare at the young boys’ burgundy eyes, you remember why you are here, why you fight day and night and why you are alive. You are filled with fiery determination and thought you know you’re dead has been sealed by the demon; you refuse to give up. You will not let your training, your friend’s passions and ambitions and hopes be destroyed. Not if you can help it. You hold on for as long as you can, ignoring how everything in you screams at you to stop, you will not give up.
After the battle, the smell of smoke and morning swift through the air as so does the awful iron smell of blood, though fatally wounded, you had managed to win this fight and save the people you care about. As the young, determined boy with burgundy eyes yells for vengeance you stare at him with surprise at first, and soon feel your heart filling with respect, happiness, and most of all.
Satisfaction.
You feel terrible pain, yet you can help but feel satisfied. You had managed to protect the hopes for the future, you do feel terribly saddened you won’t be there to accompany them, you will do so in spirit, and you will gaze at them with pride whilst you wait for them, though hopefully they won’t join you for a long time to come. Once you tell the young boys your hopes for them and the messages for your dear family, you see your mother waiting for you with a smile.
"Did I make you proud, mother? Have I done well?” You thought with tears streaming down your face as you felt your body slowly collapse on you. And just from your mother’s smile, you already know the answer.
And then, you took your final breath with a gentle smile.