The death of a hero

I never thought my life would end this way but I guess nobody really thinks about that until it's already too late to change things. My best friend, one of the only people that made me think I could enjoy living in this fucked up world of ours...betrayed me. My brothers in arms that I thought would always have my back...betrayed me. Fuck, even the love of my life, the one person I could imagine a 'until death does us apart' with: Betrayed me.

But I guess it is kind of until death does us apart: it's my death, and it's partly his fault.

I always thought that I would either die on the battlefield with my sword rose high in the sky while fighting for the kingdom I love or, if I would be lucky enough to survive in our cursed world, live a happy life in a small cottage until Ilya decides it's time to say goodbye and then be buried side by side with my love. But neither is the case, I was killed by my loved ones. And the worst thing is: I even understand why they did it, maybe it even is my fault for explaining too little and keeping too many secrets but hey, at least I can finally see the many people I've lost in my short life again in paradise and we can wait for the rest together, especially for the bastards that caused my people all this pain. I'm going to make them suffer.