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Greg

"Where am I, to go, oh where am I to go.." the knight began to hum to himself, feeling as lost as the man in the song. Hopefully it won't end the same way, but at this rate, it was starting to look that way.
"I've journeyed through storms from hell, and deserts with stories to tell, from snowy mountains and rainy day, I've walked, and walked, not once giving way.." He spat up some blood and stumbled before leaning on the support of a nearby tree. He looked at the gapping hole in his side and bit his lip to hide the pain.
After waiting against the tree a little while longer, he started to match again, and resumed his sarrow song, "With trees of Old, and Waters that frighten the Bold, I walked on and on and on, for at last, my story'll remind you all, the dangers of wanting it all.." He fell onto his knees and covered the wound with his armoured hand, knowing death was coming for him.
He began to crawl towards a rock to help him up, grunting in pain as now he felt the weight of the Armour bearing down on his weak form. He dared not take it off as that's all that kept him together. With a sigh that's coated in sadness, he lifted his weight and limped towards the smell of fresh goods.
"Home home, home's where I should have been, not fighting for the king of Landerin. My children saw, what awaited all, of those who tried to fix the wrong, now my suffering won't be long.."
He reached the source of the smell, a town, his home, and leaned against the post that welcomed him with open arms. Finally he fell at the main entrance and with the last bit of breathe he had, he whispered as a tear rolled down his cheek, "Here lies, Gregory The Brave, the man who fought and bled, to ensure we are safe." His vision faded as the sounds of clanking approached and someone seemed to hell out to him.