In the end, it’s a stray arrow that finishes it, straight through his chest, toppling him over, landing him in the middle of the forest floor on his back, staring up at a canopy of dark green leaves. If he squints hard enough, he can still catch glimpses of sun peeking through…
The ground is cold and hard against his back, the wetness of the leaves
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Never. *inhales proudly*
You're welcome :D
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