The great vast fields are coming back to life. The forest is
green again, after so many years damned in black... the
flowers seem to bloom again. The crops have been finally
harvested and the farmers are glorious. The war of earth has
ended. The forest has healed. The earth is green again, and
our home is safe. No disturbance exists; nothing can ruin
our peace now.

Only my restless body can. My wound is larger, even larger
than me. I lost my pureness; dark blood is in my veins. That
unholy sword... I still remember the black that surrounded
it. That day was cursed. We were winning, the battle for
home was soon to end, we were stronger, and we were many!
They had so few soldiers. I still cannot believe how they
killed so many of us. Why? Not even a scar. I don't have a
scar. But I can remember the pain. That happiness is still
haunting me, the happiness that was on the enemy's face.
They didn't want our land, they wanted us dead. But now it
is too late to be sorry. My blood is total black. I can feel
the change, only in a few days I will be like them. I am
disabled, I cannot walk, I cannot stand, I cannot sit, and I
cannot even rest! This evil force, taking over me... what
shall I say to my love? To my mother? To my king?
What shall I say to my god?

Disabled! This sword is nothing to me now! My body is
worthless, and my life has no home! I rather be dead,
everything, just not to be... like them.

So I shall die