Night.
Somewhere in Remnant...
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(??? POV)
The Grimm are here. Again.
My parents.... they.... the Grimm hit the whole village. They didn't even leave their bodies behind. Dirty bastards.
...Why am I still fighting?
As I watch the once happy, banter-filled village I loved so much silently burn into mere embers, one of the attacking Beowulfs seem to notice me.
Fuck it.
As it treads towards me, I ready my dagger.
One last time.
???: "COME AND GET ME THEN!"
They took everything from me.
Following my ringing of a human dinner bell, the lactating Grimm takes a chomp at me but I manage to dodge it with just my clothes being ripped off my torso.
There's my chance.
???: "RAH!"
Taking a slash at the Beowulf's eyes, I hit my mark as the Beowulf snarls in pain.
???: "Your gonna die whether you like it or not! So just stay down!"
Before the creature could get back up, I inflict two massive lacerations to its stomach area killing it instantly.
There. It's settled.
By now, the recently deceased Beowulf was fading away into dust.
???: "I did it! I fucking did it! I-I!"
As I close my eyes for a second after celebrating, the next thing I know, i'm on the ground.
Why...why am I in the dirt?...
I won right?
Unstabily confused, I look down at my chest and see half of it missing. My muscle tissue is just barely keeping my innards in.
...
No. No. Nononono.
I WON I KILLED IT I WON I KILLED IT I WON I KILLED IT I WON I KILLED IT!
...
So why?...
...am I gonna die?
I try to move my hand but i'm suddenly unable to move. At all.
???: "I...I was so.. *cough*..so stupid and now... i'm gonna die for it."
I close my eyes seemingly one last time.
???: "I...did-didn't even get to make a better life for us..."
I try opening my eyes again, just barely enough to see through.
I see a blurry orange-lit village. My village.
I let my mom die. I let my dad die. I let all of them die. I'm so sorry, everyone.
...
I'm a failure.
(3rd Person P.O.V)
Taking his final breath, the young boy saddeningly readied himself for his inevitable repose.
As the life fades from his eyes, he sheds one streaming tear.
Then his body went cold.
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