Everyone else were transported to a small village where people barely look at us, attacked us.
We resisted everything we could, but it was in vain. Although we fight with all our special strength and skills, they surpassed us in number.
One by one we fell until I was left alone, while my brothers and sisters who were with me in the same place were already dead by the strong waves of enemies.
I was the only one who kept fighting, but even if I was standing, my hands and legs no longer had strength; They were trembling to walk, my arms hurt the deep wounds and my forehead kept throwing blood. I fought until all the people around me were dead.
Although I was still alive, it no longer made sense to continue fighting.
I had already avenged my brothers who fell into battle, but at the time of directing my sword towards my heart to finish with myself and the remorse of not being able to take it out, a person appeared in front of me.
This had a cold look.
Although I didn't pay attention, he moved too fast; I lost sight of just a few seconds and, when I realized, I was already behind me, ready to attack.
His arms moved quickly, grabbing my sword that was about to transfer my heart, taking away the indomitable force.
My arms had been torn by their superhuman force. I fell to the ground without strength, while my arms kept bleaking. This person was silent in front of me, while in his two hands I had my two arms that had been taken away, while one of these still supported the sword that was about to take my life.
He threw my arms far away, so much that I lost them to the naked eye. While falling in the air, this person, while approaching me, invoked a long yellow spear.
He walked to my direction and when I was in front of me, he put the tip of his spear in the back of me, but not anywhere, but where the heart was.
His eyes were fallen and lifeless, as if he also had no encouragement to continue living or a reason why continue with this day -to -day battle. His launches little by little began to penetrate my back, causing him to feel a strong pain in that part. Our eyes stared at one last time before he ended everything, causing the tip of the spear to cross our two hearts at the same time, dying both without any remorse.