Your Own Death

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This is the story of how you died. You, standing on a burning bridge, a sword through your chest, and screams all around you. You never thought that your death would be so dramatic, you figured it would've been quiet while surrounded by friends and family.

Things never end up the way you wanted them to. Your legs were weak as you gripped at the sword poking out of your body, staring at the demon in front of you with blurred vision. You couldn't hold on much longer, knees giving out and tipping you over the side of the bridge.

Cold water slapped your face as you fell in the lake below, a familiar voice screaming out your name before your ears were blocked. Everything afterwards was a numb floating feeling, wrapping you up and pulling down towards the sand. It was dark and you made no effort to hold your breath. You still squirmed, still trying to hold onto what little you had left, opening your mouth to call out something you weren't able to say.

If the bleeding didn't kill you, the water did. You were doomed from the start. And as your dead body began to bob to the surface, it would be pulled downstream towards a part of the neighboring woods that no human would reach.

But to understand your end, there must've been a beginning. Back when you were just an amateur monster hunter, back when you woke up in the middle of the night to the scent of danger, back when you met the man who would end your life.

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