The Half-Elf's Second Life

I was scared, terrified as I lied down waiting for the inevitable to happen. Not only were my injuries fatal, but the thought that I would die here alone without passing on the message to anyone else before dying bought me great sorrow. Not being able to take the pain of slowly dying and rot away anymore I took my sword. The dirty green sword glimmered in the dark bringing back many memories. Taking my sword I did what only a mad man would do. I stabbed myself in the heart. Immediately I felt agonising pain spread across my chest though it didn't last long as I fell and slowly started loosing consciousness. The last thing I could remember before passing out was the face of Latrell. Her sweet warm smile bought some peace in my soul as I lost consciousness