The screams and shouts of pain will always haunt me....ironic since I caused some of them. Hahhh I don't know why I'm thinking about this. I'm dying with dozens of wounds most of which would kill any man yet I'm alive...I've finally been taken down by a volley numbering thousands of arrows. I lay on the blood soaked grass in my armor which had the decorations signifying me as a major commander. I could've stayed back and let my men do the battle for me and I would've sent out commands but what's the fun with that and I couldn't let my men fight without me. Heh guess my times over, I wish I had a family who would mourn me but ya know having nobk ody to mourn you personally is a strength. Knowing that you aren't known or respected makes dieing easier yet i knew that wouldn't happen. Many people know me as the commander who led a legion of those who were failures to glory. Well I guess its finally time for me to say goodbye to those I've led I've been doing this for too long its finally time for me to stop and rest. I can feel the darkness known as death taking me. It felt oddly relaxing as if all my injuries were fading away and I was being massaged. I can feel a slight tugging sensation that was different from death....huh might as well take the chance i can't lose anything.