Slaves of fate

I never thought my life would end this way. I guess most normal people don't even ever think about how it ends at all, they're just enjoying their life as long as they can but....I thought about it....a lot actually. I always hoped that I would have a natural death, in a weird like mine it's probably foolish to think like that but a girl can dream, right? But now it's too late to change things. I'm dying. This is real. I don't have to worry about the end of my life anymore because it's happening. Right now. 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. The people that fought alongside me, 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 left me. It's just me. Just like it was fated to be from the moment I was born.

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 was one of the few lucky people that got to reach a age over 40 in our cursed world- live a happy life in a small cottage until the God of life, Ilya, decides it's time to say goodbye and then be buried side by side with the people I care about. 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 was 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. I'm going to make them pay. An eye for an eye, blood for blood.