A blanket of white appears. A boy from my dreams much more matured is present at the side of my bed. I guess we were talking about something, because he says: " Don't worry, it'll be over, when you're dead of course, oh, wait." he chuckles.
A bullet peirces though his the center of his chest. Blood drips. Voices shouting and screaming, along with the robotic echo's of someone saying "Kill the rebels, Fire!, Kill the rebels, Fire!".
The last words I hear are "Wake up. wake up. wake up! WAKE UP!"
And all I remember is a plug, being ripped out of a machine, with the last glance I took, before losing the last of my breath. As an illegal elf of Norwardlen.
Unless this is all a lie
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