So not Super

I gaze at the sunrise before me, give a gusty sigh, and spend my last moments standing straight and tall upon the cliff, dignified and proud till the very end...is what I'd like to stay. Instead, once I was left on this stupid hunk of rock bleeding my guts out I spend my last moments shooting my mouth off like a sailor at every single conniving, sniveling, noble who holds the fault to my current predicament. Predicament being too light of a word since I am dying here. LITERALLY.

Not something I thought I'd do till at least seventy. I mean, I never intended to have children of my own but I thought I could at least help with taking care of Arebella's-stop DON'T go there I remind myself. I won't think of her. I will NOT think of her, or anyone else. I am DESTINY HOOD. The world's GREATEST hero who EVER lived. I should have SOMETHING better to dwell on during my final moments than past regrets. Besides! Heroes die young all the time! I try to tell myself this but after about half a minute I give up.

Optimism has never really been my thing anyway. I sigh again. If only my father could see me now. A broken shell of the daughter he once had is what he'd see. Nothing left but spite and resignation. And boy have I got butt loads of those.

If the old me saw myself now, she'd hardly recognize me. My once brilliant red cloak, my symbol known in all the lands, now ripped to shreds and barely hanging on. My black hair, once pronounced as black as the blackest night hacked off. My lips said to be as red as the reddest rose, now cracked and dry. My skin once as pale and unmarred as ice, now sunburned and crisscrossed with scars. I suppose, it is rather vain of me to focus on my looks. But if I do say so myself they were rather stunning. Were being the key word here.

Still, what else am I supposed to think about? The wound in my side has nearly bled out and there isn't much time left. I can ether let myself drown in regrets or, bring to mind a happier time. A time when I was beloved by all but my enemies. Known far and wide for my prowess and beauty...a beauty that would eventually be my down fall.

I sigh for the third and final time. To die alone, ha! It seems just yesterday I was teasing Grayson for being afraid of dying alone. How ironic. In the end I'm the one who has to suffer the fate. My laugh turns to a hacking cough and I take my last breath. Hmm...I wonder what's going to happen now. With my luck I'll surely go to hell...